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Come And Get It

Following somebody else's path and doing the same shit they're doing
The same style they're doing it, that ain't fucking legendary
Flipping off and making your own path and your own style and doing shit your way
That's fucking legendary, son

I stay in the stix with the hicks and the firearms
You might come up missing 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 stix with the hicks and the firearms
You might come up missing 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)

Lately y'all been hearing 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 mister 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 grew up firing the game while I spit blue flame, I don't care about these boys if they're riding in my lane
Yeah I'm here with a machete and ready to slit throats, smoking dope while I'm dropping you out of my bass boat
Concrete around your feet, motherfucker now float, go swim with the fish like you work at Bass Pro

Back here in the stix
Back here in the stix
Back here in the stix
Back here in the stix
(You can come and get it, come and get it son, pow, pow)
Back here in the stix
Back here in the stix
Back here in the stix
Back here in the stix

I stay in the stix with the hicks and the firearms
You might come up missing 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 stix with the hicks and the firearms
You might come up missing 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 telling folks about your big truck, fuck claiming all you do is fish and hunt
Fuck chugging beer in your music videos cause you think that gets you credit son
Ever since the Robertsons got a TV show, everybody hell yeah with their camo, whoa
And you ain't real apparently if you don't jam to them old songs
Half y'all punks never heard of John Deere, old country road on a different level
Everybody got a this, everybody got a that, blah, blah, blah, blah, about your John Deere hat
I don't care about no fashion statement, these bare feet used to run the pavement
I'd have been all about fucking years ago, but I didn't care to go video tape it
Got a lot of honkies running on my team, shit look like a Donald Trump regime
Bitch, Ill run you over, wheres the keys? I am here to stay I will not leave
I am in a place you cannot see, deep in Dixieland between the trees
Steady laughing at you wannabes and if you really wanna fuck with me

I stay in the stix with the hicks and the firearms
You might come up missing 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 stix with the hicks and the fire-offs
You might come up missing from the humps of 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)

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