Backwoods

Let the BandPlay (Oh yeah) Backwoods

From the oak trees, to the hay field
To the bonfire on a Friday (yeah)
I grew up in the backwoods with
A few crackers behind me (Ah yeah)
Some back stabbed me, some stayed real
Some lived past them pearly gates
Some hate me, some love me
Some call me the redneck Kevin Gates
And I don't care what these critics say
(Fuck) , I'ma do shit how I want it (Ah yeah
Ah yeah) i've been to Music Row and all
Them bitches wanna own me
(To hell with that, to hell with that)
Just sign your life away to make a couple
I'ma pass on that (Nah)
And keep on rockin' in this square body
Ass tilted back
'Cause you can't tell me shit (Hell nah
Hell nah) no these boys can't tell me nothin'
'Cause I'm out here from the rut
While these other one just bluffin'
(What's up, what's up)
Ryan Stone looking ass, Luke Bryan lookalike
I'm hangin' out with crazy honkey's
Who ride flat black motorbikes (What's up)

Ba-Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I stay reppin' till the death of me
Backwoods (Backwoods) , in these holler's, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods (Backwoods) , got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I got plenty crazy cracker friends

Ba-Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I stay reppin' till the death of me
Backwoods (Backwoods) , in these holler's, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods (Backwoods) , got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I got plenty crazy cracker friends

I burn one in a bass boat
Pop bucks with no tags
Drink beer with them old heads rockin'
Long hair in them dew rags (What's up)
I'ma stand ground till my legs give
I'ma speak real till I'm 60 (What's up)
Stomp ass in these mud holes till
This whole country has concrete (Ah yeah)
'Cause one thing I've realized is I
See shit through these real eyes
And a lot of folks will disguise but
I'm here now so that won't fly
I'll call your bluff on speed dial
Leave a verse on your voicemail
Show all of my tattoos if you
Try and ride my coat tail

Ba-Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I stay reppin' till the death of me
Backwoods (Backwoods) , in these holler's, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods (Backwoods) , got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I got plenty crazy cracker friends
Ba-Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I stay reppin' till the death of me
Backwoods (Backwoods) , in these holler's, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods (Backwoods) , got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I got plenty crazy cracker friends

Back then chicks didn't get me, now I'm hot
They all want me
Got one chick that I mess with
That ratchet shit I don't want it
No new trucks in my driveway
No pocket full of them hundo's
Trailer park shit, hillbilly mother bitch
White boy sittin' here and I'm still broke
Pour some octane in my tank
I'm a two stroke blowin' blue smoke
Bustin' up heads like egg yolks 'cause folks
Take me as a pure joke
But I'm aimin' high with this
New scope, no contract, don't need those
If I need help I'll come get some but
I damn sure ain't no average Joe
And I damn sure don't need no shows
I'll make music straight put it out
Go shoot guns with my homeboys
This is real talk from a real mouth
From a real man in the real south
Don't even get it twisted
I ain't no damn pretender and
I damn sure won't surrender

Ba-Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I stay reppin' till the death of me
Backwoods (Backwoods) , in these holler's, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods (Backwoods) , got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I got plenty crazy cracker friends

(Oh yeah)
Ba-Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I stay reppin' till the death of me
Backwoods (Backwoods) , in these holler's, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods (Backwoods) , got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods (Backwoods) , and I got plenty crazy cracker friends

(Oh yeah, Backwoods backwoods)
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