Is only be the one bro
What's in there, what's in there? Ace
Back roads, country shit
Rollin' dope, bunch of shit
Granny house, 30 deep
Gold teeth, bare feet (uh)
Where I go, you never know
A country road, you'll never go (never go)
24s, country shit
'Cause all we know is country shit
Back road, country shit
I'm rollin' dope, gotta bunch of shit
My neighbor just got home, but not from a bid (uh)
He been overseas fighting, now home with his kids
See, the rich can't feel like the poorest (can't)
We was poor, eating grits, at my aunt Lois (fuck that shit)
Had the time of my life we was so stoic (uh)
Didn't have much, but you wouldn't know it (no)
Now granny gone, my uncle gone
I'm runnin' out of reasons to make it back home
But to my family looking down from the heavens above
See me rolling through the sticks, to doing what I love
On a back road, country shit
Rollin' dope, bunch of shit
Granny house, 30 deep
Gold teeth, bare feet (uh)
Where I go, you never know
A country road, you'll never go
24s, country shit
'Cause all we know is country shit
Train tracks, I'm from the other side (other side)
Caddy Coupes, we blowing country fried (country fries)
Winding roads, and not a cop in sight (uh-huh)
The stars out, shining on your darkest night
Small town living, all they do is fight
And all we do is this, sawed off with the pistol grip
Back it up, then talk your shit
She's acting up, she's not your bitch
Country chic, that's not my cousin
Don't hit the legion, them fools be bussin'
Front porch, my uncle cussing (yeah, yeah, uh)
Drunk as all outdoors, kids outside they double dutching
I'm double clutching, sippin' on some Atlantucky
My family is forever hustling, forward, the plan it must be
No looking back, there's no getting rusty
If I'ma speak it to existence, you gon' have to trust me
I understand, new things need adjusting (yeah)
Life is short, it ain't no guarantee, just keep on trucking
Back road, country shit
Rollin' dope, bunch of shit
Granny house, 30 deep
Gold teeth, bare feet (uh)
Where I go, you never know
A country road, you'll never go
24s, country shit
'Cause all we know is country shit (silly)
And yea I'm from the South, but I dress Western
They call me Buffalo, I'm built like an ex-wrestler (uh)
Brock Lesnar, ice on my hip flexor (ice)
Jacuzzi suite, top floor at the Best Western (flex)
Dusty cowboy boots with a fresh Stetson (come on)
Lumps of coal turn to diamonds when you add pressure
Catch me running through my paper like a fast tester (I'm done)
I want the new King Ranch, not the next Tesla
First class jet-setter, we ain't that special (nah)
Buddy pass in the exit row, leg stretcher
I'm a seafood, soul food TexMexer (yeah)
So keep your tofu, soybean, veg lecturers
Prove yourself, 'cause my mouth can't stand the texture
Flick you off with both hands like I'm ambidextrous
Got my good draws on and they polyester (yeah)
Eyeing down your heifer, makin' naughty gestures (Country shit)
Back road, country shit
Rollin' dope, bunch of shit
Granny house, 30 deep
Gold teeth, bare feet (uh)
Where I go, you never know
A country road, you'll never go
24s, country shit
'Cause all we know is country shit
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