No V.I.P.

Up-Church
Six, one, five, motherfucker

Big knot in my pocket like I'm out here politicking
Pull up all-black like a crooked politician
I'm drunk 'fore I get my fucking wristband, bitches
Big belt buckle and I'm sipping Tennessee whiskey
In Cahoots, rocking boots that I'll lose by the night
Drive my Lamborghini smelling like a fucking DUI
Ghost ride with some stop sign eyes
Call Metro to escort me to the countryside
Yeah, side door when I walk in
Slang in my voice when these women hear me talking
Southside shit, going down as a top ten
Country ass cracker, hometown, yeah that's middle Tenn
Silverado mud-covered with Carhartt seats
Starlight celing when the bitches wanna change it to pink
Nash Vegas, Bruce Wayne, with so many damn chains
You'd think I was a logger rolling these trees to the bank
When I'm puffing I ain't passing, when I'm sitting in my section
And you cannot sit with us unless you bad as hell or reckless
I eat the beat, I eat the shrooms, and a booty if it's breakfast
DJ Cliffy in this bitch, watch the playlist get you pregnant

Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
We be on 2nd Ave, Harleys on the street
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
We hear Don Trip wine banging out the Caprice
I said we don't need no VIP
We some country motherfuckers down in Tennessee
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
I said we don't need no VIP

Pulling up out front, stepping out with a ten
Five-one-and-a-half with some cocaine skin
Going in through the kitchen, I ain't whipping up shit
I don't sell dope, I just look dope, bitch
I like my beat down low, my top laid back
I be banging in the club like I'm ten percent black
I got the TIP on that Tennessee slang
Future bright like a Rubicon light bar, man
Diamonds on my neck will blind you like some bad-made shine
When I walk up in the club, every bottle is mine
And I'm lighting up a doobie with the police in sight
And my security already with it and they're letting me fight
I'm rolling stoned like a rolling stone, in my Caddy going home
Resin dripping from the cone, seeping in my finger bone
Six one to the motherfucking five
Pulling up in something louder than a RV on fire, boy

We don't need no VIP
We be on 2nd Ave, Harleys on the street
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
We hear Don Trip wine banging out the Caprice
I said we don't need no VIP
We some country motherfuckers down in Tennessee
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
I said we don't need no VIP

I always show up with the baddest ones around me
And if you're looking, know you'll find us getting rowdy
We on the list, we skipped the line, and we been drinking for free
And can't even see the forest through the smoke of the trees
Turn up this Upchurch beat, tearing up Church Street
They can't argue with crazy so they give the keys
Back roads, country kind, living like it's my last one
Homegrown, sipping shine, so we know where to get us some
Cups up, we fill 'em up, the party rocking the south (Party rock, hey)
Getting wild, dancing round, rolling up, smoking loud
Living it up, pouring it down, me and my people we running the town
Rolling the coal, dripping in gold, living like we ain't gon' never get old

We don't need no VIP
We be on 2nd Ave, Harleys on the street
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
We hear Don Trip wine banging out the Caprice
I said we don't need no VIP
We some country motherfuckers down in Tennessee
Tell 'em we don't need no VIP
I said we don't need no VIP

We don't need no VIP
We don't need no VIP
I say we don't need no VIP
We don't need no VIP, no