Yz

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Ayy
 Church, motherfuckin' Church
 Creek squad
 You can't ride in my Range Rover
 You can't smoke on my Jane clover
 You can't come to my crib, joker
 Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
 Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
 Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
 Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
 Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
 Every single thing I got was got by me
 I ain't have no handout, I was grabbin' the back of dreams (oh-yeah)
 Everybody sittin', pointin', laughin', I was runnin' chasin' shit
 Now their jaws are on the ground, they lookin' like they hatin' bitch (aw-yeah)
 I worked my way from not havin' a thing
 And now I got "Creeker" carved on five of my diamond rings
 I don't wear 'em though (motherfucker)
 I'm still gettin' trash talked by white trash, I am
 Little bitch, my six is watched by every skin in Dixieland, creek squad
 You can't ride in my Range Rover
 You can't smoke on my Jane clover
 You can't come to my crib, joker
 Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
 Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
 Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
 Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
 Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
 I'm that ratchet redneck, I stay cleaner than a shower
 I jam out to rock and roll, my tour bus is Stone Sour
 And I wear the same jeans, sometimes back to back, on that stage again
 When I cross the Cheatham Line, smokin' in that Range again
 Dodgin' coppers, plead the fifth, no you cannot search my shit (nah)
 Unless you get a warrant, don't wake up Judge Maxey, trust me skin (nah)
 Put Cheatham on the map like nobody has done before (you know it)
 But you can still get fucked up with a screw in a two-by-four, Church
 You can't ride in my Range Rover
 You can't smoke on my Jane clover
 You can't come to my crib, joker
 Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
 Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
 Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
 Red, white, blue, neck, skin, collar, creek squad
 Some people keep it gangsta, I just keep it country, oh Lord
 

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Duration
02:49
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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