(Let the band play)
(Oh yeah) Backwoods
From the oak trees, to the
[?], to the bonfire
[?] (Yeah)
I grew up in the backwoods with a few crackers behind me (Aw 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
[?]
And I don’t care what these critics say (f**), I’ma do sh** how I want it (Aw yeah)
I’ve been to Music Row and all them b**hes wanna own me (To hell with that)
Just sign your life away to make a couple, I’ma pa** on that (Nah)
And keep on rocking in this square body, a** tilted back
‘Cause you can’t tell me sh** (Hell nah) no these boys can’t tell me nothing
‘Cause I’m out here from the rut while these other one just bluffing (What’s up)
[?] looking a**, Luke Bryan lookalike
I’m hanging out with crazy honkeys who ride
[?] like motorbikes (What’s up)
Backwoods, and I stay repping till the d**h of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends
Backwoods, and I stay repping till the d**h of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got Redneck Nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends
I borrow one in a ba** boat, pop bucks with no tags
Drink beer with them old head rocking long hair in them
[?] (What’s up)
I’ma stand ground till my leg give, I’ma speak real till I’m 60 (What’s up)
[?] pa**ing these mud holes till this whole country has
[?] (Aw yeah)
‘Cause one thing I’ve realized is I see sh** through these real eyes
And a lot of folks
[?] but I’m here now so that won’t fly
I’ll call your bluff on speed dial, leaving verse on your voicemail
Show all of my tattoos if you try and rock my coat tails
Backwoods, and I stay repping till the d**h of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends
Backwoods, and I stay repping till the d**h of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got Redneck Nation tatted on the skin
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 sh** I don’t want it
No new trucks in my driveway, no pocket full of them
[?]
Trailer park sh**, hillbilly mother b**h, white boy sitting here and I’m still broke
Pour some octane in my tank, I’m a two stroke blowing blue smoke
Busting up heads like egg yolks ’cause folks take me as a pure joke
But I’m aiming 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 pretend and I damn sure won’t surrender
Backwoods, and I stay repping till the d**h of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got redneck nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends
Backwoods, and I stay repping till the d**h of me
Backwoods, in these hollas, rivers, creeks and streams
Backwoods, got Redneck Nation tatted on the skin
Backwoods, and I got plenty crazy cracker friends