[Intro: Bubba Sparxxx]Raise hell and eat cornbread, bitchUpchurch and Bubba K bitch[Chorus: Upchurch]I don't listen to Drake, I'm goin' huntin'Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin'And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin'And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it countryMama's cornbread still bumpin'And my brother's always gettin' into somethin'K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (Damn straight)And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country[Verse 1: Upchurch]Lift kits and big tits, dip and beer, though (Hell naw)Is that what these folks think I'm really here for?Hell no, so put your eyes on me and let me tell you what I thinkTake it how you want it, my opinion shouldn't make a blank (Hell naw)Hick-hop, what a word, google that termI ain't a part of any clique or any gang or any workI ain't no damn idiot just beggin' for acceptance (Hell naw)I'm here to tell you how I always be rebellin'I used to put RC Cans in the wheel of my bicycleNow I'm rolling on 35's, chill as a icicleYeah, I came up from nothin', now my phone is constantly buzzin''Cause somebody told somebody they had to come tell me something, I'll love itI'm nothing but a Tennessee country bumpkin with CaliColorado, Kentucky and Alabama, bumpin', what's up (Ah yeah)Small town but I'm doin' big shit (Cheatham County)Backwoods, got it tatted on my skin[Chorus: Upchurch]I don't listen to Drake, I'm goin' huntin'Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin'And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin'And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it countryMama's cornbread still bumpin'And my brother's always gettin' into somethin'K5 full of honkies goin' muddin'(You already know it, you already know it)And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country[Verse 2: Upchurch]Tennessee time tickin', Kentucky Fried ChickenBuy a junky ass truck, spray paint it, with gears missin'I'm on mission of gettin' people to listen in DixieAnd whistle to all the lyrics, the hell of a team spiritI'm cold boy shit slick but I won't get stuckUnregistered guns layin' in the back of the truckHah, to hell with everybody I could stop givin' a shit (Fuck It)My neck of the woods is known to be super thickTh-th-thunder roll like a Tennessee hailstormLet the camera flashes flood you like a river bound mobile homeCut the haters, knock me down, wallow some old bricksI'm still a fuckin' beast comin' out of the damn sticks (Ah yeah)People used to talk me down, now they wanna call me upEx's wanna message me after they done drank enoughTalkin' 'bout they miss me and they never wanna cheat againSorry I'm too busy layin' with a Puerto Rican chick[Chorus: Upchurch]I don't listen to Drake, I'm going huntin'Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin'And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin'And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it countryMama's cornbread still bumpin'And my brother's always gettin' into somethin'K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (Goin' muddin')And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx]B U double B A'Round the world 30 times still country he stay (He stay)Out in Nashville we're stuffin' D WadeJust up in Cheatham County to hunt for three days (Three days)With Upchurch it must hurt to know (Woo)The next schedule's rockin' with the first to show (What)These country boys know how to get get get itMade me 20 mil but I spent spent spent itOn trucks and guns and it was funNever waste time or regret the shit is done (Nope)I've been known to chatter and never matterHaters hate it when you keep goin' they never sadderThem Mickey T's still hummin' and hummin'And that Bubba K shit still bumpin' and sumptin'Small towns and all around the USWe keep it country dog 'cause that is what we do best[Chorus: Upchurch]I don't listen to Drake, I'm goin' huntin'Got them .35 Mickey T's hummin'And I'm sippin' on a little somethin'-somethin'And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it countryMama's cornbread still bumpin'And my brother's always gettin' into somethin'K5 full of honkies goin' muddin' (Damn straight)And I'ma keep, keep, keep, keep it country