CornBread Upchurch

[Intro]
Yeah
Church, Church, Church, Church (Church, Church)
They don't want me to have nothin'
Ha, fuck 'em
Creek Squad

[Verse 1]
They say I'm stuck up, nah, got some jingle in my Wranglers
But the only people sayin' that to me are just some strangers
Yeah, you wasn't with me in that Ranger posted in the front yard
You wasn't hangin' with me when I was broke and on that rooster farm
You wasn't fuckin' with me when my Ford was done with rattle can
Bitch, I'm still the same me, you know what the deal is
It's fifty one fifty four with the Pond Creek Road
Chicken Willie's grandson with the tattoos on 'em
I'm the fuckin' rebel dreamin' in two thousand and eighteen
That's why all these haters are constantly fuckin' hatin' on me
'Cause I can pull up in that 6.2, white paint with the SS
I'm a white boy, been broke, but now I'm gettin' that cornbread

[Chorus]
I guess you ain't heard I raise hell and get the cornbread
I ride around in something filthy, bitch I'm gettin' more head
Got the John Deere green on the stepside Z
71 joints ain't nobody smokin' with me (Ayy)