Lyrics
everybody wanna be a country trend
slinging up mud
Crooked smile, these honkeys now watch me sizzle, but i m in the ring like go broke
All i do is don t laugh, come kick mud in them deep sticks with them big boys
chevrolet tuned up
bow tie on the billet
Straight pipes straight popping off, finger to the haters Fried, everybody wanna be a superstar
I got ganja in the console, these honkeys now watch me sizzle, and these people said that i wouldn t
everybody wanna be a superstar
bow tie on the billet
shine in the toolbox
Straight pipes straight popping off, i got ganja in the console Fried, people that blew me off last year now hit me up with a text or call
Cherry red like her lips, cause i m southern-grown by the grace of god, bow tie on the billet
Smooth as some cold jack, rocking all of my old clothes
Bow tie on the billet, pipes straight popping off, bow tie on the billet
These honkeys now watch me sizzle, now i got fans in other time zones Fried, all my country fried shit
pipes straight popping off
These honkeys now watch me sizzle, bow tie on the billet
Slinging up mud, slinging up mud, i turned around with a grin
Everybody wanna be a country trend, gun in the back glass
Rebel flag s flying straight, now i got fans in other time zones
and now i m standing tall
Shine in the toolbox, shocking folks like a cattle prod
Bow tie on the billet, spinning wheels like a dirt
rebel flag s flying straight
Well i got ganja in the console, shine in the toolbox Country, everybody look back
Rocking all of my old clothes, eating rappers off the skillet hello no Upchurch, i got ganja in the console
Rocking me a crew cut, but middle tennesseans don t ever uproot their ways
now i got fans in other time zones
People that blew me off last year now hit me up with a text or call, pipes straight popping off
Now it s photoshoots, pipes straight popping off, rebel flag s flying straight