Keys To The Country

(альбом: Mud To Gold - 2021)

I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the president so can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbing
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley motherfucker

My bank account looking George Strait
I ain't worried 'bout that
Got more ice than Kid Rock in Michigan state
In a winter season forecast, yeah
Backwoods, my style still slaps in the black hoods
Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rocking Chevrolets with a cowl hood, and it sounds good
Never ending that's my time I bring hip-hop to these tall pines
The CMA's let a rapper in it, it'd bе Upchurch on that dotted line
Rednecker than a rеdneck with tan lines
Ride a wheelie like a thick bitch on my time
Hit the backroad fresh dripping off of mine
Like sauce to the ribs, I want honey on mine
Get some honeys on the line when the Cadillac slide
This is my life and I'm just swinging that child
I ain't made no plans in a long-long time
Cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night
Just listen for that rumble, be aware of that smoke
Just know there ain't another one of me when it ends it's all that I wrote

I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the president so can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbing
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley motherfucker
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Riding around my city with the keys to the country
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys motherfucker

Stay rich as the big balling
Been dukeing my whole life, where's the '69 Charger?
Confederate flag flying proudly while I'm smoking loud leaf
If you don't like my people tell the gang they can all leave
Motherfucker I don't care
We head banging smoking killer pot
We be sipping out of jars and passing out on rocky top
Go ahead and call the cops
I got my cattle gates locked
We ain't turning down until our bodies hit the ground and stop
It's that south side with bikinis still dripping
Party at my house this weekend, 20 girlfriends went missing
Ahh, they say I flex too much
Well bitch, I got that southern comfort, you should get you some

I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the president so can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbing
Only baddies hit my blunt ride my Harley motherfucker
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Riding around my city with the keys to the country
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Only baddies hit my blunt ride my Harleys motherfucker