Upchurch
Six, one, five, motherfucker
Big knot in my pocket like ??? ticket
Pull up all-black like a crooked politician
I'm drunk 'fore I get my fucking wristband, bitches
Big belt buckle and I'm sipping Tennessee whiskey
In cahoots, rocking boots that I'll lose by the night
Drop my Lamborghini smelling like a fucking DUI
Ghost ride with some stop sign eyes
Call metro to escort me to the countryside
Yeah, side door when I walk in
Slang in my voice when these women hear me talking
South side shit, going down as a top ten
Country ass cracker, hometown, yeah that's middle Ten
Silverado mud-covered with Carhartt seats
??? when the bitches wanna change it to pink
Nash, Vegas, Bruce Wayne, with so many damn chains
You'd think I was a logger rolling these trees to the bank
When I'm puffing I ain't passing, when I'm sitting in my section
And you cannot sit with us unless you bad as hell or reckless
I eat the beat, I eat the shrooms, and a booty if it's breakfast
DJ Cliffy in this bitch, watch the playlist get you pregnant
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
We be on 2nd Ave, Harleys on the street
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
We hear Don Trip ??? banging out the Caprice
I said we don't need no VIP
We some country motherfuckers down in Tennessee
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
I said we don't need no VIP
Pulling up out front, stepping out with a ten
Five-one-and-a-half with some cocaine skin
Going in through the kitchen, I ain't whipping up shit
I don't sell dope, I just look dope, bitch
I like my beat down low, my top laid back
I be banging in the club like I'm ten percent black
I got the TIP on that Tennessee slang
Future bright like a Rubicon light bar, man
Diamonds on my neck will blind you like some bad-made shine
When I walk up in the club, every bottle is mine
And I'm lighting up a doobie with the police in sight
And my security already with it and they're letting me fight
I'm rolling stoned like a rolling stone, in my Cadi going home
Resin dripping from the cone, seeping in my finger bone
Six one to the motherfucking five
Pulling up in something lighter than a RV on fire, boy
We don't need no VIP
We be on 2nd Ave, Harleys on the street
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
We hear Don Trip ??? banging out the Caprice
I said we don't need no VIP
We some country motherfuckers down in Tennessee
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
I said we don't need no VIP
I always show up with the baddest ones around me
And if you're looking, know you'll find us getting rowdy
We on the list, we skipped the line, and we been drinking for free
Can't even see the forest through the smoke of the trees
Turn up this Upchurch beat, tearing up Church Street
They can't argue with crazy so they bury the keys
Back roads, country kind, living like it's my last one
Homegrown, sipping shine, so we know where to get us some
Cups up, we fill 'em up, the party rock in this sound (party rock, hey)
??? wild, dancing round, rolling up, smoking loud
Living it up, lowering it down, me and my people are running the town
Rolling the coal, dripping in gold, living like we ain't gon' ever get old
We don't need no VIP
We be on 2nd Ave, Harleys on the street
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
We hear Don Trip ??? banging out the Caprice
I said we don't need no VIP
We some country motherfuckers down in Tennessee
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
I said we don't need no VIP
We don't need no VIP
We don't need no VIP
I say we don't need no VIP
We don't need no VIP, no
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