[Intro]
Up-Mother-Fuckin'-Church

[Verse]
Yeah, dixieland boys roll up deeper than a mega cab
Black smoke rollin' like a freight train, barely on the track
Sparks flyin' like a mini truck with a busted bag
Got me feelin' like last year, like who the, who the fuck is that?
Same damn person, I'm just winnin' in some different spots
I'm rappin' right now as I sit up on the country charts, huh
Hey boy, hey girl
I'm leavin' thick black marks across the whole damn board
2020 I'ma come in head buttin' everything
Every hater gonna have a fuckin' mashed potato brain
This shit is gravy, they gotta talk about me even though they hate me
Don't believe me? Go double-click on Grady
Yeah, you can brush me off, get used to dustin' off the cringe
This year I'm in your ears and comin' back for my revenge
Size 12 boot and now I'm kickin' doors off the hinge
'Cause the world ain't ready for some country boys like this
Tryna pretend I don't exist, actin' like I don't do it
Actin' like my fans ain't good enough to listen to the music you do, stupid
I'm a hillbilly, check Spotify, go to sleep and fuckin' loop it
I'm the shit so much that record labels come and poop-scoop me, motherfucker
They say I ain't legit
Yeah, I guess it's 'cause I don't dress like a bit fat check, yeah
Barbeque on my white tee, country singin' wifey
All you motherfuckers can't bite me
Rollin' Stoned - 70 mil, Outlaw - 54
Not enough fingers and toes to count my Billboards
Head first and I still got it floored
Dodgin' mainstream bullets like a legendary cowboy
My Lamborghini collectin' dust in the driveway
But that Super Sport Camaro, I stay whippin' it sideways
Hey partner, what's the deal?
The deal is I don't need a deal to white smoke these wheels
Got these rich boys slippin' like D.K. with them bananas
I got fifty 308's I'm 'bout to drop a lyric hammer
And you can call me Tony Tennessee, I don't live in Montana
I be deep off in the woods, gettin' stoned until I panic (Until I panic)
Country ass, if my career's a truck
There wouldn't be a parkin' space in the city big enough
Oh, wait that's real life, I go hard, just get your Cummins up
My dually so big I got y'all makin' little dick jokes
Ayy, Upchurch with the pinch poke
A-1 troll, been around since Vine, ho
Fuck a closet full of camo
'Cause I could drive a 6-speed half-lit, with a fuckin' blindfold
Record labels at my door, but that bitch locked
I click red on all their calls 'cause I'm already at the top
Volunteer rapper, slingin' mud up into hip-hop
The name's Upchurch, I'm kickin' ass outta Rocky Top
[Outro]
Hahaha, Church
Yeah, Stone
Motherfuckers