[Intro]
Ha ha ha ha ha
They couldn't fuck with me if they wanted to
Ha ha ha
(They just don't get it)
Ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha
Church bitch

[Verse 1]
Look I ain't your motherfuckin' daddy
Quit comin' to me cryin' 'cause you're actin' mad at me
Yeah I know I'm in the top but I ain't the damn president
I make my own songs at my own damn residence
I don't owe you shit but I'm shittin' on y'all
Got a bigger fan base and way bigger balls
Redneck from the roots y'all bought it at the mall
That's why everybody on such a weak ass bar
Yeah, I'm even good on a bad day
Every country rapper lookin' at me so sideways
Bitch I shot call and I'm havin' it my way
I've been goin' hard since I had a fuckin' MySpace
Been goin' hard since you didn't know my face
Been goin' hard now I'm bumpin' out of Chevrolet's
Yeah in every single itty bitty city
In itty bitty Tennessee and your Cali-fuckin'-forn-i-a
Dog I'm invincible
Schoolin' all y'all like I'm y'all's principal
And I laugh when I'm high because it's simple to
It's like a really big bark from a poodle dude
Yeah ruff ruff ruff on a Facebook status
Y'all be talkin' 'bout trucks but you drive a Dodge Stratus
How does it feel to be owned by a chronic asthmatic
With a tongue so lethal it's a semi-automatic
Yeah, I Danny Glover the glove box
Behind my seat got a 12 gauge full of buckshots
And no it ain't a clip my truck is just my toy box
You know I get wild when I sip that Ciroc
I'm Irish dog whatcha expect
I got a temper like a devil in flesh
If you pressin' my buttons then you can get wrecked
And I'll make it look staged like a damn accident
Yeah motherfucker go crash and burn
It's my turn, sit back in the class and learn
Before I put your career into a cheap ass urn
And toss you in the muddy river where the catfish swarm
I wanna play nice but don't speak on my name
I wanna play nice and I wanna act sane
But I'm feelin' kinda psycho from the shit they say
And I wanna make sure that their songs don't play
Motherfucker when you threaten me you better bring an army
You'll be on the internet like a god damn Barbie
Typin' all about you and your big sob story
But I have no heart 'cause I don't feel sorry
Don't you ever come over here pokin' on my chest
I can R I P your fuckin' iTunes sales
I'm the Don Juan with the big dick in the thick sticks
I got felons on my payroll I don't have to know shit
And this is the last thing I'll say in this song
I don't want no beef I can be friends with y'all
But if you want war you know I go so atomic
Everything y'all done I go way beyond it
Honestly I hope Santa brings you Hooked on Phonics
You can make rap songs like the church man partna'
So back the fuck up or get evaporated
I just flipped the beat and ejaculated in that statement
They should make a statue of me put it on some fuckin' pavement
Yeah I made the lane better I ain't claimin' to be the paver
Before you go against me you gotta sign a fuckin' waiver
I could smash your whole name like some home grown taters
Vroom vroom with the pen so I guess I'll see you later
Shout out to my fans middle fingers to the haters
Yeah I ain't your fuckin' maid to wait around to get catered
I'm on my superstar shit like I'm Luke Bryan playa' (Yeah)
[Outro]
If you mind your own business and do your own thing and avoid distractions, you'll be successful as fuck. But a lot of people don't know how to do that. They got to attach to other motherfuckers to talk shit about 'em to get famous. Not me motherfucka'

Lil' bitch you couldn't fuck with me if you wanted too
These expensive
These is RedHead's
These is workin' boots
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha