Lyrics Upchurch – Who

Hahaha Church

Bitch we ain’t playin’ in the same dirt
Bitch we ain’t hangin’ ’round the same folks
Everybody with me got kitchen tattoos

Hahaha
Who the who the fuck is that
Yeah who the who the fuck is that
I don’t know I don’t know
Who the who the fuck is that
I don’t know I don’t know
I said who the who the fuck is

Started out with nothing, truck heat up and rusted
Thought they wouldn’t accept me, then I felt like fuck it
You can’t tell me nothin’ country country bumpkin
Puttin’ wagon wheels up on the fuckin’ Cutlass
You can suck my rooster, yeah I got the scratch
I’m fightin’ ’til I’m dead, I’m coming with the gas
If you can’t speak my language, we can’t hang for that
I’m from the dirty dirty, filthy in the back
Bitch I hang with folks who don’t got Instagram
But I can make you disappear for 50 grand
Robert E Lee with the shit cause I’m the man
Leader of the south just read it on my hand
Middle fingers up, they blow for fuck you mode
Ain’t a person in the game I’ll ever owe

Bitch we ain’t playin’ in the same dirt
Bitch we ain’t hangin’ ’round the same folks
Everybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch she shower head burst
They don’t wanna see win they know that’s a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain’t close enough or got the balls to act
So when I’m lookin’ at ya I’m like who the fuck is that

Hahaha
Who the who the fuck is that
Yeah who the who the fuck is that
I don’t know I don’t know
Who the who the fuck is that
I don’t know I don’t know
I said who the who the fuck is that

Overall, or over ball, rockin’ overall’s
Comin’ at ya hot with a sawed off and nine jaw
I feel like the shit, back side of a horse stall
Then I stay gallopin’ like a immortal horse y’all
I stayed the course for no remorse
With a bucket on my head with a couple of sharp swords
I’m lurkin’ and lookin’ who I’m gonna go hunt more
Like Church why the hell you draggin’ me to the dock for
I don’t know bro
Man I been a little off the rocker
I wanna eat a rapper like he’s sponsored by Betty Crocker
You motherfucker
And I don’t want to hear what that I’m too good now
The fame done got me and my fame done fanned out
And other rappers tryin’ to come at me and act out
Country rappin’ no position to needin’ a rough draft
Upchurch with the heat, on fire, won’t dry out
Got a barn of tobacco packin’ up my foul mouth, eh

Bitch we ain’t playin’ in the same dirt
Bitch we ain’t hangin’ ’round the same folks
Everybody with me got kitchen tattoos
And a heater so hot, watch she shower head burst
They don’t wanna see win they know that’s a fact
They wanna get a knife and stick it in my back
But they ain’t close enough or got the balls to act
So when I’m lookin’ at ya I’m like who the fuck is that

Hahaha
Who the who the fuck is that
Yeah who the who the fuck is that
You know it’s Church, know it’s Church
Who the who the fuck is that
You know it’s Church, know it’s Church
I said who the who the fuck is that

God damn Stoner