Upchurch and Big Murph - Blah Blah

I'll be ridin' down to the yellas flash
No title in the glove box
That thing in someone elses name
The safety of that blah blah
I stay on my block block
Bitches know I rock rock
When I hit the stage all them
Haters gonna do is talk talk (Creek Squad)

51-50 Pond Creek Road reppin' for real
(You know it) barefoot bandit, dirty feet
Confederate bandana still (All day)
Creek squad 'til I'm dirt
Black marks from a hearse
When I die I'm gonna be
A legend in the outskirts (Ah yeah)
Yeah my swag is so filthy
The Huck Finn of the whole industry
Hood folks be actin' sketchy and
The yuppies not into me (They not)
White boy with a voice
With an accent thicker than honey (Ah yeah)
Smokes more than Willie Nelson and
Got guns like the Army (brbrbrbrah)

I'll be ridin' down to the yellas flash
No title in the glove box
That thing in someone elses name
The safety of that blah blah
I stay on my block block
Bitches know I rock rock
When I hit the stage all them
Haters gonna do is talk talk
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
You know I keep that heater on me
And that thing go blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah

I come from that region
Where they'll pop you for no reason
Throw them hands and now you leakin'
Like the cracks up in my ceilin'
This the land of dirty dealin's
My kush is medically healin'
Bitch boy stay up out your feelin's
That sucker shit's unappealin' (Nah)
I stay on my block block
Weed off in my sock sock
Haters like to talk talk
All I hear is blah blah
My shotty go blah blah
You swear like a box box
Bitch you know I rock rock
Got this shit on lock lock

I'll be ridin' down to the yellas flash
No title in the glove box
That thing in someone elses name
The safety of that blah blah
I stay on my block block
Bitches know I rock rock
When I hit the stage all them
Haters gonna do is talk talk
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
You know I keep that heater on me
And that thing go blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah

I see rappers waste their time
With their nose somewhere else
Another county, 'nother state
But not protectin' their belt
In every woods and hoods prolly got
A damn culture to see
This is the meltin' pot so won't you
Come and smoke one with me
I'm just a dirty white boy
From the middle of Tennessee
I don't bite unless I want
Your jugular to bleed
And if you're lookin' for a interview
I'll be in the trees
Pull on that YZ walkin' wheelies all
The way down the street

I'll be ridin' down to the yellas flash
No title in the glove box
That thing in someone elses name
The safety of that blah blah
I stay on my blah block block
Bitches know I rock rock
When I hit the stage all them
Haters gonna do is talk talk
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
You know I keep that heater on me
And that thing go blah blah
I stay on my blah blah
I stay on my blah blah blah

Written by:
JAMES MURPHY, RYAN UPCHURCH, THOMAS TONER

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