Strong as the whiskey being run down by the creek Just some wired up country boys that barely go to sleep We got them diesels that make the cops run I’m with my people, we got them shotguns Strong as the whiskey being run down by the creek Just some wired up country boys that barely go to sleep We got them diesels that make the cops run I’m with my people, we got them shotguns Yeah, back on a bush hall [?] chopping Everybody embody karate redneck cutting On the same with ripped jeans, a lotta people trying But the fact they ain’t tempting me with nothing Here in the Boondocks, just the life we about Never gonna take my feet up out the creek And they mad ’cause they can’t really live it how we live it Tryna get up in the kitchen but they can’t stand they heat Suddenly backup, moonwalk from us They don’t know what it’s like just laying ’em square bells They ain’t ever nailed two by fours On a wide 02 apart when they needed a stairwell Y’all know what’s up, we them Georgia boys Set it off and now we taking everybody for the ride But you can’t be scared of a little attitude In this altitude, it’ll make you widen your eyes
Showing up in that flannel shirt Need to buckle up or grab the handle first Running and gunning the window cracked just a little bit But better watch out, our road’s made of dirt Yeah I lurk in the holler everybody know The holler [?] come with the quickness But when they riding around my [?] Again Disturbed, d-down with the sickness Heads out the window, up tucking the the fuss And it’s a common scene I need drama mean They say I’m a little wild behind the wheel now But it’s how it’s gonna be if they gon’ ride with me I’m a southern dude, I come from proud folks And do right, ain’t worried about too much else Trapping on a bead and I’m k**ing it, feel me? Might as well go and say I’m collecting pelts Strong as the whiskey being run down by the creek Just some wired up country boys that barely go to sleep We got them diesels that make the cops run I’m with my people, we got them shotguns Strong as the whiskey being run down by the creek Just some wired up country boys that barely go to sleep We got them diesels that make the cops run I’m with my people, we got them shotguns