Upchurch - Can’t Fuck With Us

God dang I've had a bad day
Two of my trucks fuckin' broke down I ended
Up almost fighting a motherfucker
Band play side (Ha ha ha)
(You can come and get it, come
And get it, get it, pow, pow)
Church

Yeah I know some folks don't wanna see me win
I'll replicate Talladega just to cut
Me some donuts in (Oh yeah)
Hah, with all the beer cans in my back yard
You got a second look to make
Sure it ain't Sterling Marlin's car
You wanna test my redneck
Try to punch me in my white face (yeah)
Keepin' up with me is like bringing
Shoes to a drag race
I got some much traction I'm
Gettin' sponsored by Firestone
I've yet to find a country
Rapper makin' me work more
'Cause I'm the king of this shit
I can't stress it enough
Everybody writin' songs like
They someone tough
And I confront you at a show
And you don't say nothin'
Chop ya fingers off, bitch
And stop pressin' my buttons
Yeah, I'm loosin' the boots and I'm
Throwin' curve balls with lightnin'
Pissing everybody off to me is kinda excitin'
I'm solo with a jack handle
To anyone wanna fight me
I got more guns in my truck
Than TI when he got indicted, bitch

You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us (Fuck with us)
You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us (Fuck with us)
You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us
Mile deep in the woods, yeah
They know what's up
You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us (Fuck with us)
You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us (Fu-fu-fuck with us)
You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us
Mile deep in the woods, yeah
They know what's up

I didn't travel to Nashville, shit
I was born in the heart
'Round a bunch of Dixie chicks
And some slick-ass cars dancin' neon lights
Fist fights poppin' on Broadway
Broken bottles in the alleys from last Friday
You can say you're from the Ville
To give your image some flavor
But I didn't jumped them Printers Alley
Won't you do me a favor
Take a handle of Jack and get
Loose down on Second Avenue
Slap a chick on the ass and
Fight her boyfriend and brother too
Nashville made me mean
Cheatham County made me meaner
That's why when I'm out in public
I'm Bruce Wayne with my demeanor
Your truck clean, my trucks
Cleaner, your bad bitch, she want my wiener
I'm that motherfucker makin' all
Y'all look some beginners, church

You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us (Fuck with us)
You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us (Fuck with us)
You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us
Mile deep in the woods, yeah
They know what's up
You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us (Fuck with us)
You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us (Fu-fu-fuck with us)
You gon' get your head bust
If you fuck with us
Mile deep in the woods, yeah
They know what's up

Yeah I know some folks don't wanna see me win
I'll replicate Talladega just to cut
Me some donuts in yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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