verse
Most the time, shit, I ain't got the service!
'Bout, to throw it out the window
Just got wheels, ain't tryin' to curb it!
Same people, said I was gonna flop!
Their girlfriend's got me, on repeat
Everytime my fuckin' album drops!
verse
You can stare at the Chevy
See your face, in the paint!
See these tats, on my hands!
You see the scars, on my knuckles!
You see the gun, on the dash!
I stay pokin' the competition, like thorns in ya' ass!
verse
Somebody load up the garbage!
Let's take the trash, to the dump!
I'll drop a motherfucker off
I got the sheriff on speed dial!
I give the police the mace, and
I'm the king of the country!
So, shut the fuck up, and face it!
verse
I'm your Church-man, shit!
I stay preachin' for my group of folks!
Don't say my shit ain't country!
'Less you go and read the lyrics, fuck!
They say that I'm not ya'll want
But ya'll ain't breakin' eye contact!
I stay pissin' on they' contracts!
I'll let my values stack!
Makin' me look like a jackass!
Shit, the party down south
Is going down, in my back yard!
Climbing people's mountains of cars!
Shit, I'm the illest hillbilly
With all the grimiest bars!
No major label's fuckin' with me
'Cause I take shit, too far!
"Throw Hillary Clinton up in the slammer!"
'Cause, we roll with Donald Trump
And makin' America better, bitch!