(Band)
Church, Church
(I come in on sick days boy)
Yeah
(Boy)
Church
(Mud caked up in the tread, trash bags rolling in the bed)
(Switching gears on county roads while I’m getting killer head)
(If you’re still sleeping on me get your ass up out of bed)
Hah
Okay I’m not the one they wanted I’m on billboard to see
Every time I drop a album it’s top twenty for me
And every time I drop a video you might see some of my fans
‘Cause I invite them to the party to shoot guns and do keg stands
And when they’re rocking at my shows I pull my skins on the stage
And I got hundreds of honkeys, yelling with flags in they hands
Yeah, I’m that white boy that ain’t scared to be proud that I’m pale
Hip-hop don’t even want me but they ain’t got a choice
I’m like “Dude, rusty truck, weed shake up in my captain seat”
A thousand dollar Magnum and it’s loaded, you ain’t capping me
Got deer blood dripping on my jeans, snakeskin boots that fuck you mean
I’m a dirty motherfucker but I’m hopping out in my brand new jeans
I got a single wide trailer, bunch of blue-nosed pits
I’m as country as it gets, country as it gets
I call my day one skins to get it popping in this bitch
I’m as country as it gets, country as it gets
Churchman, old-school, I’m hip-hop’s Danny Zuko
I’m as country as it gets, country as it gets
I’d still be in first even if I was in neutral
I’m as country as it gets, country as it gets
They be like, “Damn dude, hot”, yeah, Bo Duke just got a microphone
And now my ass a hazard to these other boys with country flow
Most these artists faker than a Salisbury steak
And they be staring at my lady ’cause her ass got a shake
Keep staring motherfucker ’cause bad bitches like that real shit
Really stand up for my people, take a bullet through the flesh
It ain’t my fault that I’m the one that tends to do this shit the best
And I’m gon’ do it everyday with Cheatham County on my chest
Mud caked up in the tread, trash bags rolling in the bed
Switching gears on county roads while I’m getting killer head
If you’re still sleeping on me get your ass up out of bed
‘Cause life just ain’t made from being a bunch of lazy fucks man
I got a single wide trailer, bunch of blue-nosed pits
I’m as country as it gets, country as it gets
I call my day one skins to get it popping in this bitch
I’m as country as it gets, country as it gets
Churchman, old-school, I’m hip-hop’s Danny Zuko
I’m as country as it gets, country as it gets
I’d still be in first even if I was in neutral
I’m as country as it gets, country as it gets
I’m as country as it gets, country as it gets