Blah Blah Upchurch (Ft. Big Murph)

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[Chorus: Upchurch]
I'll be ridin' down to the yellas flash, no title in the glove box
That thing in someone else's name, the safety of that blah blah
I stay on my block block, bitches know I rock rock
When I hit the stage all them haters gonna do is talk talk (Creek Squad)

[Verse 1: Upchurch]
51-50 Pond Creek Road reppin' for real (You know it)
Barefoot bandit, dirty feet, confederate bandana still (All day)
Creek squad 'til I'm dirt, black marks from a hearse
When I die I'm gonna be a legend in the outskirts (Ah yeah)
Yeah my swag is so filthy, the Huck Finn of the whole industry
Hood folks be actin' sketchy and the yuppies not into me (They not)
White boy with a voice, with an accent thicker than honey (Ah yeah)
Smokes more than Willie Nelson and got guns like the Army

[Chorus: Upchurch & Big Murph]
I'll be ridin' down to the yellas flash, no title in the glove box
That thing in someone else's name, the safety of that blah blah
I stay on my block block, bitches know I rock rock
When I hit the stage all them haters gonna do is talk talk
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah
You know I keep that heater on me and that thing go blah blah
I stay on my blah blah, I stay on my blah blah