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Let the BandPlay I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit (One time for the dirty boys) Chatham County bitch! (Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, I grew up on the old shit y'all already know this I never thought somebody from my town would get noticed Everybody try but eventually they all quit And either went to college or they work up at the saw mill Hip-hop country, how the f*ck you think I feel Got people lookin' at me thinkin' that I'm not for real Bitch, I got four wheels turned down four deals Four good buddies, with the four blue flame steels Redneck shit to the maximum Shit, I'm tellin' my story just rappin' 'em As a genre nobody can even fathom us 'Cause, it's three separate things just smashin' (What?) A little bit of country, little bit of hip-hop Little bit of rock at the bottom of the ridge top White smokin' shit like I'm motherf*ckin' Ken Block Holla watcha wanna, but I'm always makin' shit pop RHEC until my motherf*ckin' heart stop I say it 'cause I mean it 'til my motherf*ckin' heart stop Redneck bone in a '89 rag top Ya boy gettin' famous from a god dang laptop Rollin', lookin' clean like a life-sized Matchbox Ex girl, hit my line, turned into a missed call You can call me Trump 'cause I'm buildin' me a big wall Blockin' out you haters while I'm grabbin' on my white balls One time for the dirty boys Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise One time for the dirty boys River rats lookin' nasty, smokin' all the joints One time for the police Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes tryin' to chase me Mustang GT, hippie chick with me Puffing on some green, bumpin' M.G.M.T. (Ha) Every single person who ever told me that I couldn't Gets a middle finger from me and callin' me when they shouldn't They're pushy and overlookin' but now I'm more than a rookie And makin' my county noticed for somethin' other than druggies, yeah (Aww yeah) Dixie Flag on the front porch (What?) Country boy hotter than the tip of a damn blow torch f*ck a Rolls Royce, I'd rather drive a Monte Carlo with a cowl induction hood boy (Hood boy) I'm from the woods boy, rollin' in the woods toy Talkin' slow and workin' ain't the only thing I'm good for Tougher than an old Ford, quit sports, still score Pickin' up the farmers daughter, freakin' on the front porch Landscapin' shit while I'm rollin' up a whole log Last day of senior year, shit, I was too gone Knew I had to find myself off in this old world And I was gonna yell it 'til a bunch of people all heard Redneck spittin' blue flame with the pen though Never had a bunch of friends, always had my kinfolk Rollin' six deep in the F-150 I don't need an image, 'cause the image came natural Small town shit till I don't breathe A bunch of attention brother I don't need A bunch of fake friends I don't seek And money ain't about shit except for old greed And I don't need a mansion by a big white beach Gimme a f*ckin' double wide by an old-ass creek This is how I was raised and I'll always be Southside, Cheatham County, middle Tennessee One time for the dirty boys Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise One time for the dirty boys River rats lookin' nasty, smokin' all the joints One time for the police Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes tryin' to chase me Mustang GT, hippie chick with me Puffing on some green, bumpin' M.G.M.T. (Ha) One time for the dirty boys One time for the dirty boys Dirty Boys One time for the dirty boys
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