Who

Ha-ha-ha, Church
 Bitch, we ain't playin' in the same dirt
 Bitch, we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
 E'rybody with me got kitchen tattoos
 And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst
 They don't wanna see me 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?
 Ha-ha-ha, 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 nothin', truck eat up in rust and
 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 a fuckin' Cutlass
 You can suck my rooster, yeah, I got the scratch
 I'm fightin' 'til I'm dead, I'm comin' with the gaffs
 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
 Our middle fingers up, they blow for fuck you mode
 Ain't a person in the game I'll ever owe
 Keep the south high, livin' in the gold
 Cheatham County shit, Pond Creek Road
 Bitch, we ain't playin' in the same dirt
 Bitch, we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
 E'rybody with me got kitchen tattoos
 And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst
 They don't wanna see me 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?
 Ha-ha-ha, 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
 Overall or over ball, rockin' overalls
 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 an 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 through the dark 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 wanna hear it with that I'm too good now
 The fame done got me and my fame done fanned out
 And other rappers tryna come at me and act out (yeah)
 Country rap, in 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, ayy
 Bitch, we ain't playin' in the same dirt
 Bitch, we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks
 E'rybody with me got kitchen tattoos
 And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst
 They don't wanna see me 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?
 Ha-ha-ha, 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