Come and Get It

BandPlay Following somebody else's path and doing the same shit they're doing The same style they're doing it, that ain't fuckin' legendary BandPlay, BandPlay, BandPlay, BandPlay Ripping off and making your own path And your own style and doing shit your way That's fuckin' legendary son Ha-ha-ha-ha I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missin' from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missin' from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow La-lately I've been hearin' rumors, oh Upchurch got his ass kicked Well, that's funny, 'cause I didn't feel it and I ain't seen no video yet Sounds like somebody needs publicity I don't let these bitch boys get to me Do you know who I am? I'm Mr. Tennessee Who the fuck are you? I forgot instantly I got a four speed Ford, couple bucks to my name I don't care about money, put some 'spect on my name I put fire in the game while I spits blue flame I don't care about these boys if they ridin' in my lane Yeah, I'm here with a machete and ready to slit throats Smokin' dope while I'm droppin' you out of my bass boat Concrete around your feet, motherfucker now float Go swim with the fish like you work at Bass Pro (Work at Bass Pro, work at Bass Pro, work at Bass Pro) Back here in the sticks Back here in the sticks You can come and get it Come and get it son Back here in the sticks Pow pow pow pow pow pow Back here in the sticks Back here in the sticks I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missin' from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missin' from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow Fuck tellin' folks about your big truck Fuck claimin' all you do is fish and hunt Fuck chuggin' beer in your music video 'Cause you think that gets you credit son Ever since the Robertson's got a TV show Everybody hell yeah and with their camo on And you ain't real apparently if you don't jam to them old songs Half y'all punks never heard of John Denver Old country road on a different level Everybody got a this, everybody got a that Blah blah blah blah 'bout your John Deere hat I don't care about no fashion statement These bare feet used to run the pavement I'd been known about fuckin' years ago But I didn't care to go video tape it Got a lot of honkies runnin' on my team (team) Shit look like a Donald Trump regime ('gime) Bitch, I'll run you over, where's the key? I am here to stay, I will not leave I am in a place you cannot see Deep in Dixieland between the trees Steady laughin' at you wannabees (bees) And if you really wanna fuck with me I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missin' from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the firearms You might come up missin' from the hogs on my pop's farm You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow pow