Lyrics:

Bitch swerve like a deer standin' on them yellow lines
Miss me like you're shootin', but you want no one to die
Say what? I can't hear ya, I'm too busy, you too quiet
Tell these pussy-ass honkies I don't care 'bout what they got
'Cause I'm too busy, I stay busy, you ain't busy, you just filthy
'Cause I'm too busy, I stay busy, you ain't busy, you just filthy
'Cause I'm too busy, I stay busy, you ain't busy, you just filthy
Creek Squad, self-made, good enough to pass emissions
Ay, fuck what anybody gotta say
I came up from that trailer life and bought a fuckin' Gatlinburg estate
Now I wake up on vacay, my nearest neighbor a mile away
My weed got me miles away, my lungs, yeah, they stay haulin' A
I got gas in the truck, I got weed in the blunt
All my broke friends that grew up with me ride 'round in what they want
'Cause we walked a couple thousand miles and never stabbed each other's back
All my real friends fit inside a Coupe de Ville Cadillac
Shout out Moffat, shout out Snooze, shout out Stump, shout out Gerdy
Pegram, Kingston, PV, AC, Swamps, and Hollas, yeah, you heard me
I am what you see, nothin' more than dirt inside the lines
Huckleberry Church, I be divin' in the lonely pines
Bitch swerve like a deer standin' on them yellow lines
Miss me like you're shootin' but you want no one to die
Say what? I can't hear ya, I'm too busy, you too quiet
Tell these pussy-ass honkies I don't care 'bout what they got
'Cause I'm too busy, I stay busy, you ain't busy, you just filthy (yeah)
'Cause I'm too busy, I stay busy, you ain't busy, you just filthy (yeah)
'Cause I'm too busy, I stay busy, you ain't busy, you just filthy
Creek Squad, self-made, good enough to pass emissions (Creek-Creek-Creek-Creek-Creek Squad, uh)
Swervin' in the Buick like somebody's papaw, wacky tabacky, back it up, pull my overalls
Black and yellow, black and yellow, yeah, two-tone screw, but for y'all like fuckin' Dewalt
I don't wanna play no giggity ga-games, libitty-lame fame, me and you ain't the siggity-same, mayne
I be givin' the middle finger to any and everybody who wanna come see-saw what I did to this rap game
I'm the shit motherfucker when it's down, when it's winter time
Moon roof in my truck (woof), I stay howlin' when I'm passin' by
Flames from out the pipes, slidin' by like I'm Crash Bandicoot
Dropped outta school, and now I hop in coupes with fuckin' dirty boots
Like ay, fuck the CMA's, ay, fuck the Telemundo
I don't acknowledge who you are or who's important at your household
I'm dirty-dirty, baby, 'til Hollywood don't exist
And I'll be in the country, baby, bumpin' ballin' like a bitch
Bitch swerve like a deer standin' on them yellow lines
Miss me like you're shootin', but you want no one to die
Say what? I can't hear ya, I'm too busy, you too quiet
Tell these pussy-ass honkies I don't care 'bout what they got
'Cause I'm too busy, I stay busy, you ain't busy, you just filthy
'Cause I'm too busy, I stay busy, you ain't busy, you just filthy
'Cause I'm too busy, I stay busy, you ain't busy, you just filthy
Creek Squad, self-made, good enough to pass emissions, ah