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Country Fried

by Upchurch

on Cheatham County (2015)

[Chorus]
I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high, watch me sizzle
All my country fried sh*t, eating rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)

I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high, watch me sizzle
All my country fried sh*t, eating rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)

[Verse 1]
Everybody wanna be a country trend
Everybody wanna be a superstar
Everybody wanna have a jacked up truck
When really that's not even who they are
Hashtag, dressing up, Insta game all messed up
Hell no, come kick mud in them deep sticks with them big boys
'Cause I'm southern-grown by the grace of God
Shocking folks like a cattle prod
People that blew me off last year
Now hit me up with a text or call
Like weird close, what's wrong with y'all
When I stood up you wanted me to fall
And now I beat the odds, and now I'm standing tall
Boy, buck up and don't buck it all
And it's funny how that sh*t goes, last year I wasn't known
A month passed and I blew up
Now I got fans in other time zones
People think that I'm all a joke
So my front porch straight blowing smoke
But I'm in the ring like go broke, straight redneck, just too dope

[Chorus]
I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high, watch me sizzle
All my country fried sh*t, eating rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)

I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high, watch me sizzle
All my country fried sh*t, eating rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)

[Verse 2]
Chevrolet tuned up, rocking me a crew cut
Hottie ridin' shottie tanned up with a huge butt
Gun in the back glass, V8 go fast
Cherry red like her lips, motherf*cker look back
Everybody look back, smooth as some cold Jack
Finger to the haters, all I do is don't laugh
Backwoods so bad, coming like a nomad
Slinging up mud, spinning wheels like a dirt track, ok

And these people said that I couldn't though (though)
And these people said that I wouldn't, so
I turned around with a grin, crooked smile
And I knew what the hell I was doing
Just had to wait for perfect timing
Now it's photoshoots, videos, rocking all of my old clothes
Wrecking sh*t since day one, hillbilly hype on So
Co
And they say I'm gonna change
But middle Tennesseans don't ever uproot their ways

[Chorus]
I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high, watch me sizzle
All my country fried sh*t, eating rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)

I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet, this honkey's high, watch me sizzle
All my country fried sh*t, eating rappers out the skillet (Hell naw)