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Country Like That
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Motherfucker
Whoo!
I'ma keep it a buck, I feel like a uncle now
32 years old, still holding this whole country down
You coat-tail ride in every picture I'll be cropping out
Only legendary status chilling at my fucking house
Keys to every ride in case my partners wanna ride around
If they get pulled over, I call the mayor of my town
On my Cheatham County shit, knock dust off bottles
Only whiskey I'll be having is attachments on my throttle
I'm a one-wheel wonder, rider of the thunder
Black on black Johnny Cash 'cause I'm that motherfucker
Don't think about touching on my cowboy hat
Don't be looking at my woman when you sipping on that
Don't be leaning on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Redneck ain't a style, somewhere they got confused
I'll be stumbling down the strip and escaping green rooms
In the alley, no boots, denim on, denim too
Shooting birds at the tourists, what the fuck you gon' do?
Huckleberry Finn always coming with the win
Running with the wind, lady hanging on me, honeysuckle skin
We ain't taking no Lyft, Silverado not for sale
Michelangelo in consoles are rolling big shells
Duramax up in the Swisher so you know the smoke loud
If I show up to the party, come in with a smoke cloud
Redneck blue collar and I keep that thing popped
Southern comfort in an eight-foot bed when the gate drops
Wish a motherfucker would, grab an axe and get chopped
I'll be in the trees like cedar when it's stacked up
Don't think about touching on my cowboy hat
Don't be looking at my woman when you sipping on that
Don't be leaning on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
I got no point to prove, but I got a point to prove
Not enough bouncers in hip hop to get me removed
Coming down the strip and our boots sound like horse hooves
Lucky motherfucker studio door got a horse shoe
I tour with track supply, 911, the track too fire
Make it rain to drown it out, still won't slip even if the ground is tile
Hater like stop it, I ain't replying to topics that be on drama
Or not sea sick with a rhythm like a box bitch
Paragraph gon' put your ass in hospice
Get as buck as you want, I'm the rapper that don't flip
Don't think about touching on my cowboy hat
Don't be looking at my woman when you sipping on that
Don't be leaning on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt road no cattle gate latch
Don't think about touching on my cowboy hat
Don't be looking at my woman when you sipping on that
Don't be leaning on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch
Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
Motherfucker, you ain't country like that
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