We Don’t

Church, yeah creek squad, motherfucker (Ha)
If you ain't rollin' with us, roll out
(Biatch, skrrt) church (Ayy) , aw, yeah

Last night I broke a floor in
A venue out in Florida
We was ragin' in that bitch
Like we's gonna die tomorrow
I was hangin' from the
Rafters, they was screamin'
"Come and get it"
While my sound guy rolled a doobie big
Enough to hit a homer with
Beer sprayin' like the Winner's Circle
Grab that checkered flag
My career look like Daytona and
I won a hundred times
So many donuts, blowin' smoke
Look like I set a Dunkin up in flames
Dopest country boy and everybody
Know my fuckin' name

We don't, we don't care 'bout who you with
We don't care 'bout what you got
We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't
We don't let the party stop
We don't care 'bout who you with
We don't care 'bout what you got
We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't
We don't let the party stop

Tour bus full of legendary
Ziploc full of orange and hairy
Back seat got that brrah, bitch
I was raised in Ashland City
The sheriff shoots his shit with me and
He knows I smoke some weed
And told me wear a helmet when
I'm ridin' wheelies on the street
Creek squad, cattle prod, house of logs
I'm the boss elvis Presley of my generation
Stick my dick in music charts
Bitch, I went Gold and I didn't even know
I put the flame to mainstream
I'm rollin' up on Luke Combs

We don't, we don't care 'bout who you with
We don't care 'bout what you got
We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't
We don't let the party stop
We don't care 'bout who you with
We don't care 'bout what you got
We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't
We don't let the party stop
We don't, we don't care 'bout who you with
We don't care 'bout what you got
We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't
We don't let the party stop
We don't care 'bout who you with
We don't care 'bout what you got
We don't, we don't, we don't, we don't
We don't let the party stop