Dm Bitch we ain't playin' in the same dirt Bitch we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks Everybody 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? Chorus: Dm Hahaha 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 Everybody with me got kitchen tattoos And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst They don't wanna see 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? Chorus: Hahaha 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 a 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 tryin' to 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, eh Bitch we ain't playin' in the same dirt Bitch we ain't hangin' 'round the same folks Everybody with me got kitchen tattoos And a heater so hot, watch the shower head burst They don't wanna see 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? Chorus: Hahaha 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... | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsDm |