Lyrics:

[Intro]
Man, these boys think they got me, hahaaa
You a'int got shit son
I'm the Lane Frost of this shit
So bring ya' ass on there
(Helllll yeahhh!)

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm on my country boy shit
Hillbilly like it's Beverly
Cherry red Chevy, lift kit about a couple feet
Roots in my boots and I a'int gotta prove shit
Follow me down to my woods
Boy and hop off in these stix

[Chorus]
We got clips, we got guns
Drive them tires off in this mud
I'm from backwood Cheatham County
Boy them three ways say it all
Droppin' bucks, makin' dolla's
Small town man, down from the holla'
Middle finger to the world cause America's my daughta'
(Repeat)

[Verse 1]
When I started from the bottom
Now ya' honky got a buzz on
Paps blue ribbin', crankin' up a thumpin' country song
Tailgatin', drinkin' beer, rollin' up that greenery
Shootin' at the ducks while they passin' by my scenery
I came up from nothin'
Now my face in more than 50 states
Pedal to the metal, I a'int even gonna tap the brakes
And I a'int from the city
I'm from hollers, rivers, creeks, and lakes
Redneck as it gets
Cause this boy a'int time to go and fake

[Bridge]
Now let me pop that clutch
A'int your man with a plan
On that always crunch
I'm that motherfuckin' Hoss now with zero trust
Rollin' through your damn city in this bucket of rust

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Nashville born, small hick town raised
On the edge of music row, corn field, wind sways
Do or die, Chevrolet, rust bucket, still blaze
Everything gets dirty tryna' pave that way
I a'int never had a hand out
Never had a pick me up
Budweiser, beer bottles breakin' in my pickup truck
Chip on my shoulder, rockin' me a heavy farmers tan
Honeys treat me lovely 'cause I'm popular on Instagram
Haters say I'm fakin' shit, say I'm not famous, barely lit
When I didn't have the management to make sure that I'm well equipped
So fingers up and shots on me
Famous and I'm twenty three
South made son, country boy from middle Tennessee

[Chorus]