Cheatham County - Upchurch

Man, these boys think they got me, ha ha

You ain’t got shit son

I’m the Lane Frost of this shit

So bring ya ass on then

(Hell yeah)

I’m on my country boy shit hillbilly like it’s Beverly

Cherry red Chevy, lift kit about a couple feet

Roots in my boots and I ain’t gotta prove shit

Follow me down to my woods boy and hop off in these sticks

We got clips, we got guns

Drive them tires off in this mud

I’m from backwoods Cheatham County boy

Them three words say it all

Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s

Small town man, down from the holla'

Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter

We got clips, we got guns

Drive them tires off in this mud

I’m from backwoods Cheatham County

Boy them three words say it all

Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s

Small town man, down from the holla'

Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter

When I started from the bottom, now ya' honky got a buzz on

Pabst Blue Ribbon, crankin' up a thumpin' country song

Tailgatin', drinkin' beer, rollin' up that greenery

Shootin' at the ducks while they passin' by my scenery

I came up from nothin' now my face in more than 50 states

Pedal to the metal, I ain’t even go and tap the brakes

And I ain’t from the city I’m from hollers, rivers, creeks, and lakes

Redneck as it gets 'cause this boy ain’t time to go and fake it

Woo

Now let me pop that clutch

Ain’t your man with a plan though that always crunch

I’m that motherfuckin' Hoss now with zero trust

Rollin' through your damn city in this bucket of rust (Hell yeah)

We got clips, we got guns

Drive them tires off in this mud

I’m from backwoods Cheatham County boy

Them three words say it all

Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s

Small town man, down from the holla'

Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter

We got clips, we got guns

Drive them tires off in this mud

I’m from backwoods Cheatham County

Boy them three words say it all

Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s

Small town man, down from the holla'

Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter

Nashville born, small hick town raised

On the edge of Music Row, corn field, wind sways

Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet, rust bucket, still blaze

Everything gets dirty tryna' pave that way

I ain’t never had a hand out, never had a pick me up

Budweiser beer bottles breakin' in my pickup truck

Chip on my shoulder, rockin' me a heavy farmers tan

Honeys treat me lovely 'cause I’m popular on Instagram

Haters say I’m fakin' shit, say I’m not famous, barely lit

When I didn’t have the management to make sure that I’m well equipped

So fingers up and shots on me famous and I’m 23

Self made son, country boy from middle Tennessee

We got clips, we got guns

Drive them tires off in this mud

I’m from backwoods Cheatham County boy

Them three words say it all

Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s

Small town man, down from the holla'

Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter

We got clips, we got guns

Drive them tires off in this mud

I’m from backwoods Cheatham County

Boy them three words say it all

Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla’s

Small town man, down from the holla'

Middle finger to the world 'cause America’s my daughter

(Hell yeah)