Shotgun, Rifle, 4 Wheel Drive (feat. Uncle Turtle, H0nest, Jack Gaspard)

Double barrel shotgun totin I live back in the 4 wheel drive Country boy can survive Country pimp in the sticks A ton of cows, a couple hicks Skoal fine cut in my lip Kentucky clear to sip Old school square body With a 3 inch lift kit Rebel flag flying From the South - it's my heritage Dust on my boots, eh Sweet tea in my roots The devil on my hip Just in case I need to shoot I'm all about protecting me and mine Ride or die, save your life Don't come round here thinkin' That you're gonna loot - not tonight Raised to know the difference Between what is wrong and what is right Be polite. Kneel beside your bed And say your prayers at night. What you know about this Country life King James and a .45 I'm a country boy And you know I can survive Country pimp in the sticks Double barrel shotgun totin Country pimp in the sticks Double barrel shotgun totin I live back in the 4 wheel drive Country boy can survive I'm from the base of the blue ridge F*ck the government F*ck em spendin' all my Benjamin's Slimey politicians taking 25% from my check Virginia boy till death Give em hell Let you feel the fire on my breath We don't let down or give up Me my crew Posted till the sun come up The whole damn fam double barrel shotgun totin Blue collar boys Tearing up the holler 2 stroke toys Making noise We ride single file Pickup truck We lack a f*ck You couldn't make the cut I'm from a town of a thousand and one Diesel Gas 5 on the floor brats Fuggin hellcats We take care of our own Thats a fact Country pimp in the sticks Double barrel shotgun totin Country pimp in the sticks Double barrel shotgun totin I live back in the 4 wheel drive Country boy can survive I live back in the woods ya see And everybody in the woods - knows Jack D Ask me, if I'm ever gonna move to the city I'll tell ya, hell nah - I like it here with my hillbillies We really, get dirt - down in the sticks And if we want somethin' - we work for the shit And the purpose of this, is to say that we're here We love hot women and we love cold beer Deep down here, here in the country We stack that paper all about that money Honey, don't you dare try to play me If you think I won't survive, mother fucker you're crazy Country pimp in the sticks Double barrel shotgun totin Country pimp in the sticks Double barrel shotgun totin I live back in the 4 wheel drive Country boy can survive