Country Fried

(album: Cheatham County - 2015)

I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying, straight pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle
On my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no)

I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight, pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle
All my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no)

Everybody wanna be a country trend, everybody wanna be a superstar
Everybody wanna have a jacked up truck when really that's not even who they are
Hashtag, dressing up, Insta game all messed up
Hell no, come kick mud in them deep sticks with them big boys
'Cause I'm southern-grown by the grace of God, shocking folks like a cattle prod
People that blew me off last year now hit me up with a text or call
Like we're close, what's wrong witch'all, when I stood up you wanted me to fall
And now I beat the odds, and now I'm standing tall, boy, buck up and don't buck it all
And it's funny how that shit goes, last year I wasn't known
A month passed and I blew up, now I got fans in other time zones
People think that I'm all a joke so my front porch straight blowing smoke
But I'm in the ring like go broke, straight redneck, just too dope

Well I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight, pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle
All my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no)

I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight, pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle
All my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no)

Chevrolet tuned up, rocking me a crew cut, hottie riding shotty tanned up with a huge butt
Gun in the back glass, V8 go fast, cherry red like her lips, motherfucker look back
Everybody look back, smooth as some cold Jack, finger to the haters, all I do is don't laugh
Back with [?], coming like a nomad, slinging up mud, spinning wheels like a dirt track
And these people said that I couldn't though
And these people said that I wouldn't, so
I turned around with a grin, crooked smile
And I knew what the hell I was doing just had to wait for perfect timing
Now it's photoshoots, videos, rocking all of my old clothes
Wrecking shit since day one, hillbilly hype on SoCo
And they say I'm gonna change
But middle Tennesseans don't ever uproot their ways

I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight, pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle
All my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no)

I got ganja in the console, 'shine in the toolbox
Rebel flag's flying straight, pipes straight popping off
Bow tie on the billet[?], these honkeys now watch me sizzle
All my country fried shit, eating rappers off the skillet (Hello no)