Big Smo - Where You From lyrics

sh** You know we leaders in this sh** We know the way, go the way and show the way for those who follow Come take a walk, see where we from It's been a long time coming (Come on) and this boy still drumming (Let's get it) Hell, I bet you motherf**ers thought you saw the end coming (Hell no) Been an artist in this market, while y'all just getting started Separated from the fakes, call 'em my dearly departed I'm best under stress so I'm f**ing with friction (I get it) With a tank full of gas on the road to the riches (Let's go) In a jacked-up Chevy with a cab full of b**hes (Hey) Slinging mud on the world, country boy on a mission (You know it) I'm from Tennessee (Tennessee) and it pumps to my veins Where barbed wire replaces concrete in the chains Where handshakes are hugs, we fly our own flags (Let's go) The home of home-grown and trailer park land I just hit up ‘Church, told him meet me at the let out (Soak in) I'll be in a K-5 you should bring the vet out Seeing folks Snapchatting live when we get out (We live) Tennessee country boys, the rest are just sell outs Where you from? Where I'm from? The stix of the TN And I can take you several places most people never been Where you from? Where I'm from? The heart of the south Where a fist of sweet potato pie could shut your mouth Where we from? Where we from? The land of the mud And if you want it best believe that you can get it from us Where we from? Where we from? Dirt roads and bent woods By the county line (Yeah) round them Tennessee hoods I'm [?] dirty Chevy swerving, 26 is on the Bourbon Hit the stage like Elvis Presley, you won't ever catch me nervous Got creek water in a mason jar, them stop signs got bullet holes Where the dead bodies get covered up by rednecks with [?] (Oh) From a hillbilly town in the middle of the map, where the Chevrolets shine and the tailpipes clap When I ride through town girls break they neck trying to get a little glimpse of the man in black Smoke bowling out of that crack gla** like tobacco barns on a back road Craigslist game looking too strong, got a [?] on my front yard And I ain't ever had no risk game but I'm rolling the VDA dish game Your girl wanna ride like a puppy dog but sh** I forgot that b**h [?] Got a devilish nine, these s** games, you might get the finger [?] messing with me I'm on my Big Smo sh**, b**h, when I'm kicking it in Tennessee I'm a balls-ripping, square-dancing, square body, mud-slinging sh**-talking, gun-spraying Cheatham country crazy hate [?] With a little hit of that Bocephus, want some then come see us I stay looking for them throats to slit, everyday I wake up it's [?] Where you from? Where I'm from? Small town in the pines With guns like the military, everyone of them mine Where you from? Where I'm from? My home sweet home Them 32 acres, every inch I own Where we from? Where we from? The Volunteer State What you see is what it is, we'll bring it straight to your face Where we from? Where we from? From Bedford and Cheatham My people are your people and they gonna swarm when we need them (Oh yeah) Man, these punks ain't got sh** on us Smo What these motherf**ers know about that Tennessee sh**? Yeah