Church We kickin' it old school today motherfucker Man fuck hip-hop in the back of a pickup With the dome light on blow, job full of hiccups I'ma smash Waffle House, I ain't even gon' tip 'em 'Cause the Ville hella nasty, parkin' lot look like a meetup And the server got no gloves, bitches yellin' in the booth 'Cause they hit the strip all night like Lito when he on that Goose Metro boomin' on second I paid to park at the Hooters And all the knee caps on short dudes ridin' electrical scooters Yeah, I am no thug, I never sold a drug Know nothin' 'bout a plug unless it's for my heater bro You'll need a 40 foot ladder, some indestructible scaffold's A roller pole set up the sides of both the fuckin' twin towers To even touch me Even then I blow a kiss and it's disaster I mail voodoo dolls to haters then I go and grab the magic Put your head inside a cauldron then I whip it in the kitchen Like a witch up in the bayou spellcastin' and frog giggin' Nah I'm just kiddin', or maybe I'm not No bullshit on my lily pad I'm consumin' the lightenin' bug To see the trenches on my path filled with logical lighters If you ain't got the matches don't threaten me with the start a fire 'Cause I'ma grab the flame thrower steal the fuel from every Petro Set the fire to rain like that old ass Adele song Like dude where's my car Ashton Kutcher pass the bong Yo your sitcom looks exactly like my motherfuckin' farm, bro I turn it to a artist who goes to sleep and dreams of lucid things I wake up show the world for for the 3D on the TV screen Country boy slick, I ain't even gotta yodel Still go to Wally World, but only as a stoner Yeah, my bitch a Puerto Rican so you know she cooks that gumbo I don't Netflix and chill, I loadin' screen and bend her over I'm puff passin' on that clover, she get brain up in my Rover Got 200 on the dash I'm Dwayne the Rock Upchurch Hooligan with a Cowl hood, look like shit but I smell good I'm fast and I'm furious, but right now I'm just chillin' man I talk shit 'bout spittin' bars, while I do a really long handstand You can call me an asshole but that's not what my ass said I rap for real reasons the game has some wack assets I stay runnin' the track complete your half fat ass prints I root for my team no glitter glue or fag hashtag Don't compare me to no one but one day I'll be a rap dad Mind of a computer appetite just like a hyper-beast Don't walk a trail of happy feet, yeah they're cold but also weak I polarize the streets like a polar bear off the leash I am what I said I was so here's this fuck you to your face My last track was so bad I had to load it on Pornhub Had a thousand likes and the commies said "Hard bruh" Skeet-skeet motherfucker like a club in on two Impala steady bumpin' whatcha-whatcha gonna do? I'ma act a damn full whatcha think I'm gonna do On some Nashville shit, party 'til your poops scoop Down on Broadway with a cowboy hat bedazzled back to back That your ass stole from a fuckin' gas station rack Bud Light don't get you end up with that metro noise Streets crawin' and "Hey y'allin'" with them redneck boys Oh I'm not talkin' 'bout nothin' right, I don't flow or even rhyme tight Bitch you're mad that I'm whiter than white and I fuckin' spit spikes I dress like a bum but I still drive a Lamborghini Every chick who ever dumped me prolly wishin' that they didn't Yeah, back then hoes didn't want me, now I'm hot they all on me Back then I was a laughin' stock and now I am that honkey Now I am that froggy, now I am pissed off Know a couple folks gettin' bitch smacked when I walk up in the Tin Roof Like the good ol' days Jay Cox and T. McCoy Y'all had the whole sidewalk yellin' shit, "Worldstar" I'm used to be in the nights when findin' him is not likely Fuck a hater 'til he has my babies and they look like me I say what I wanna say 'cause nobody gonna say it for me Son I'm tri-star raised what the hell you expect homie? It was quick beds, brunettes, five nines, paychecks Six pack, one phone, searchin' for a little hometown honey Let's go blow my truck up get it in the mud and waste my money Fuck it, it came off Craigslist for like five hundie Yeah, you and me go fishin' in the dark Lyin' in the grass and smokin' a log Just put your perfume on before I take you to the steps If your dad asks it ain't my fault you smell like Aerosmith (Church) Dixie land, Dixie-Dixie land Ayy, you can roll one up but I'ma smoke you out Dixie land, Dixie-Dixie land Ayy, you can roll one up but I'ma smoke you out Church, Church, Church Stone baby Stone biotch