Cornbread Corn-Bred

Bew bew

Bew Bew Bewww

Bow Bow Bowww

Yeehaw

I was born in the corn

Chilling on the porch watching storms

Like how y'all scared of a tornado

Midwest boys tryna show em what we're made of

Corn or bread don't give me no ultimatum

Shucking corn yeah I could

Make that bread yeah I should

Ate too much corn knocked me out like young Mike Nun

Put me in the ring ain't no telling who might win

Look, y'all young buck weak meat I'm bison

Against an MC like me that's frightening

Small town boy

But you see me out here making moves

Been around the work lemme show you what you're stepping to

Middle of the map we came through

Y'all old news we brand new

We got that Midwest attitude

Our girls corbread fed with gratitude

Aye girl, are you cornbread fed

If so lemme take you to the crib

I got black corn, white corn skinny corn

Fat corn tall corn, small corn

Hear what I said

I was corn in the born

Wait I mean I was born in the corn

I was corn bred, I was corn bred

Yeah I see you got a girl

But um is she cornbread fed though?

Is she cornbread fed though?

Cause if not you gotta let go

Send a couple dollars to my Venmo

Grab a bite at Casey's and then lay low

Maybe take a trip to the maze

Scoop round the loop all day

Mudding in the truck okay

Homie there is like no way

That I will obey

Listen to the words that I say

Doesn't really matter how you do it

Just go and have fun

Go to the woods with like 4 paintball guns

And start the bonfire when down goes the sun

I'm just livin life, however I want

High as a kite but I don't need a blunt

Corn-bred is how you should address ya boi

Midwest fresh and we making noise

Aye girl, are you cornbread fed

If so lemme take you to the crib

I got black corn, white corn skinny corn

Fat corn, tall corn, small corn

Hear what I said

I was corn in the born

Wait I mean I was born in the corn

I was corn bred, I was corn bred

Yeah I see you got a girl

But um, is she cornbread fed though?

I like sweet corn

With cream on the outside

She Cornbread fed

The super thick kind

Hop in my whip for this hay ride

Tractor so big

Call it super sized

I love the way that she eat

She Cornbread fed with a side of collard greens

I don't understand why she attracted to me

I guess I'm Entre

You like what you see

Hard to believe

She's achieved all the things that make her the queen of my heart

She the cream of the crop

My cinnamon sugar, my jiffy

The edge of the pot

Do you like me enough to give me the recipe

Fry it up so you're always here next me

I'll butter you up girl

Is she corn bread

Is she cornbread fed though?

Is she cornbread fed?

Is she cornbread fed?

Is she cornbread fed though?

Is she cornbread fed?

Is she cornbread fed though?