Big Smo - Hick Ross lyrics

Im southern by blood not relation Survive with a buck knife and papas gun One hit and you done One sip and you spun Big boss of the stix Tired of bumpin the gums Bout this backwood country boy built ford tough Out the Mid Tenn mud where you might get stuck Grand champ of my camp like a ten point buck Let that 12 gauge spray if you mess with my truck Im talking k5 chevy Bonfire music Meat mud smothered better get used to it Beast in the grill i sizzle like doing If its beef that you want bet you think you hear mooing Now take it back to da facts Redneck street cred bloodline to match Can't rock my boots Can't fit my hat But since you on my coat tails won't you scratch my back