Creekers Anthem

[Upchurch:]
Creek Squad
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Aww yeah
Let the Band play

Lynyrd Skynyrd jamming black and tan, riding in the back (You know it)
Skin I'm out here hunting for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek? (What you know?)
Wh-wh-what you know about them white boys from the creek?

All I know is ain't nobody playing on these little tiny roads
And all I know is we are family, always ready to unload
Nobody really reps that kind of people on the famous scale
Until I came out with them bars with skins on them transparent bale
Rocking farmers tans like that shit is going back in style
Getting tipsy on Boone's Farm and lighting fucking fields on fire
I be burning everything into a ring of fire for real
I grew it all from muddy water, Mr. what's a record deal
Mr. all I know is work, all y'all sounds like y'all in skirts
Go ahead an put these high heels on and show me how to twerk
I got the callouses on my hands but ladies love a country boy
Speakers 'bout to blow up in this rusted ass old Tonka Toy

Lynyrd Skynyrd jamming black and tan, riding in the back
Skin I'm out here hunting for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-what you know about them white boys from the creek?
Yeah
Lynyrd Skynyrd jamming black and tan, riding in the back
Skin I'm out here hunting for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-what you know about them white boys from the creek?
Yeah

[EmzyG:]
You know I'm from the creek where them Hollarboys be
We ain't got no time for talk and we ain't got no time for sleep
Catch me out here tryna get it every day of the week
And we pistol packing, let me catch you slipping and you gon' get your ass kicked
Riding in the brand new blackened Razor screaming fuck a hater
All I know is work and counting paper, guess I'll see you later
If you tryna fuck with Pond Creek bitch rest in peace
Anybody from the county know that we don't give a shit
Moonshine popping Jager bottles like there's no tomorrow
Chilling in the hollar, popping collars, tryna catch a dollar
Wake up every morning thanking God that my ends on me
Catch me out in Cheatham County where they call me EmzyG

[Upchurch:]
Lynyrd Skynyrd jamming black and tan, riding in the back
Skin I'm out here hunting for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-what you know about them white boys from the creek?
Yeah
Lynyrd Skynyrd jamming black and tan, riding in the back
Skin I'm out here hunting for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-what you know about them white boys from the creek?
Yeah