[Intro]
Yeah
Church

[Verse 1]
This is a message to my fans that lead life that kinda crazy
I'm still tryna wrap my mind around the fact that we all made it
Yeah, I started in the holler, in the middle of the kutty
Back when it was poppin' lines, caulk, paint and some putty
Real talk, flick you off, I'm lettin' my power glide
You had faith in my ass when I didn't even have a ride
Makin' videos with no service, tryna post my shit online
Walmart phones, Straight Talk, 'cause I was penny pinchin' tight
Every stitch of clothes I had was hella stained and ripped up
People sayin' hip hop don't belong with none of you hick fucks
Like who want to hear a song about junkin' metal for the cash flow
Tell the game that I ain't never known about slingin' dope
Say fit in where you get in, but I don't have a category
All I got is a life and ability to write a story
White boy, kill and chill, hoodrats be callin' me Norman
'Cause they know I bait 'em in and then it turns into a murder
Hey Drew, remember back in the day
We fist fought in Nolte's class and got blood on the desk
And on the way to the office we both became best friends
Sneakin' in the Brentwood houses damn near every weekend
Hey man the ladies loved us, 'specially ones that went to private school
'Cause by the time that we was sixteen we already had some tattoos
Shit man, time flies like that GT that you had then
Spray painted it black, man we thought that we was that hot shit
Hey Dierdorff cracker, what they know about the creek
We was runnin' hella wild while the neighborhood was sleepin'
We was raised around them felons that had warrants out for their arrest
But we wasn't out here snitchin' 'cause we realer than the fuckin' rest
Hey Sampson, remember when the police wouldn't even let us out
I fell asleep in your Monte Carlo right out front of Stormy's house
Remember when we spent them nights just chillin' out at Union Hill
Hidin' in the toolbox 'cause we couldn't pay admission fam
We done came a long way, now it's Creek Squad, Creek Squad
Dirty white boys from one lane roads southside goin' too hard
Ain't seen nuthin' like us, not even up from the telly dog
We come out shockin' motherfuckers like we got cattle prods
Yeah I'm fuckin' ugly, yeah I'm slightly overweight
Yeah I got a bunch of goons that'll come and raid your place
Yeah I live out in the country, yeah I like bein' that redneck
Sunburnt skin still cold around my damn neck
Ridin' around in trucks that was fresh back in the eighties
Fully loaded when I'm rollin' Ashland City on the daily
'Cause you crackhead motherfuckers can get lit up I ain't playin'
I ain't botherin' the sheriff if you steppin' on my land
And I be hittin' up my skins if you tryna cause a problem
There's a couple hundred of 'em like coyotes in the holler
Yeah I'm sweet tea sippin' 'til my ass got diabetes
But I got that southern muscle, fuck you sissy box of Wheaties
I be rollin' 'round the city with some Kelsea Ballerini's
Top off of that Bronco 'cause I don't care for Lamborghini's
White paint, white walls, Church stitched in the headrest
On my OJ Simpson 'cause today I'm fuckin' killin' shit
This track is fuckin' dead, call big homie with the mini ex
Park it on my head and go and dig up all the rest of this
My brain like a goldmine, shit cracker I can hold mine
Pokin' me's like gettin' thrown in Talibani landmines
If you're trippin' on my wires, consider yourself fired
Just ask the last guy who had the bad idea to try
Yeah they're tryin' to throw me out I told them dudes that I ain't goin'
My diet is gasoline, nine matches and some flame throwers
But I could pull a water pistol on half of you fuckin' posers
Squirt some jelly on them bitches, throw 'em off in the toaster
Because I'm eatin' motherfuckers like they packed inside a Lunchable
I get hungry when I'm stoned and I'm makin' them all uncomfortable
Yeah they're subbin' my shit to see if I'm comin' for them
'Cause I'm the hillbilly still killin' it, hick version of Slim
It's Pond Creek Road, 5150 camo bandana
The realest Nashville artists they're comin' through your antenna boy
[Outro]
Hahaha
And I probably won't ever come through your antenna
But, who fucking cares
Church
I love you guys