Songtext Come and get it Upchurch

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 fuckin' legendary
Ripping off and making your own path and your own style and doing shit your way, that's fuckin' legendary son

I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the fire-offs
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 fire-offs
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

Lately y'all been hearing rumors
Oh Upchurch got his ass kickedWell 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 respect 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
Concretering your feet, motherfucker now float
Go swim with the fish like you work at Bass Pro
Like you work at Bass Pro
Back here in the sticks
Like you work at Bass Pro
Back here in the sticks
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 fire-offs
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 fire-offs
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 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 Rock stars got a TV show
Everybody hell yeah with their camo, woah
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 'bout your John Deere hat
I don't care about no fashion statement, these bare feet used to run the pavement
I'd been all about, fuckin' years ago but I didn't care to go video tape it
Got a lot of honkys running on my team (team)
Shit look like a Donald Trump regime (gime)
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 Dixie laying between the trees
Steady laughing at you wannabes
If you really wanna fuck with me

I stay in the sticks with the hicks and the fire-offs
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 fire-offs
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