Hay Bales n' Hardships (feat. Chooch2x)

Ayo shoutout Grandpappy, shoutout Grandma This song's called Hay Bales n' Hardships Ayo free cousin Eddie 'till it's backwards Yuh We finna spit on this beat Let's go Our cash crop its corn (corn) Our bull's got big horns (big) Your tractors they boring (sleep) Our tractors they foreign (skrt skrt) We got a bunch of cows and a couple pigs Making good brisket and that good bacon (bacon) Racking up the digits every single day Plowing the fields, baling the hay (yuh) Organic, Indiana farm grown Plaid shirts, blue jeans, they hand sewn (hand sewn) Riding on horses, saddle up let's go (yeehaw) Too much bread gotta keep it in the silo (bread) Our rhymes hot like the stove (heat) Got all this bread we making loaves (money) Jeans get dirty when we rough and tumble (dirt) Don't put your dukes up 'less you wanna rumble (let's go) Mess with our farm get put out to pasture (pew pew pew) Bars so hot, we playing in Nashville (giddy-up) City slickers they trash us (trash) But our profits Homie they stacked up (stacks) You flex all your bands, but do you own land Count all this money, I need some more hands (hands) Our neighbors they love us, our neighbors they fans (groupies) Growing these soybeans put 'em in cans (yuh) Hunnid acres, ballin' like the Lakers (Kobe) IRS agents yeah they chase us (chase) Them narcs won't get off our backs Jealous of the cash can't fit in our slacks (racks racks) I remember when we couldn't eat (can't eat) The soil was trash and there was mud on our feet (mud) But look at us now, the crops they grow high (yuh) Big blue bales stacked up to the sky (money) Ah ha ha Hay Bales n' Hardships baby Country boys know how to do it right Man why won't them dang IRS agents just get off our backs and let us get our cash I'm sick of it If we see 'em in public they better get steppin' And that's on Grandpappy Yeehaw