Blue Suede Upchurch

[Chorus]
Down south we the mob, tracks spinnin' at the top
In the backwoods, with the Backwoods puffin’ fog
Yeah, down south, we the ones
Mama don't raise bitches and I'm too fat to run
Blue collar, blue bills, blue suede on your boy
Bel Air with the white walls, two tones on them joints
Blue collar, blue bills, blue suede on your boy
Blue collar, blue bills, blue suede on your boy
Ay

[Verse 1]
They like ay, you the one who do that country shit
I tell ’em I'm the reason rappers out here buyin' farms and shit
Didn't see no gangsta's flеxin' John Deere
Before my gap-toothеd ass got my shitkickers and came here
They say the game got levels but they ain't on mine
'Round here we ain’t tellin’, we on Instagram Live
I don't know no famous people on this side of the pines
Nappin’ good in my hood, my door unlocked all the time
Black Benz, black belts, black suit, black Uzi
Rollin' like George Bush, CIA when I'm movin'
You can’t even touch my shoulder when I'm sittin' in the movies
Real life, one that spins and gets produced into a movie

[Chorus]
Down south we the mob, tracks spinnin' at the top
In the backwoods, with the Backwoods puffin' fog
Yeah, down south, we the ones
Mama don't raise bitches and I'm too fat to run
Blue collar, blue bills, blue suede on your boy
Bel Air with the white walls, two tones on them joints
Blue collar, blue bills, blue suede on your boy
Blue collar, blue bills, blue suede on your boy
Ay