Cheatham County

Man, these boys think they got me, ha-ha You ain't got shit son I'm the Lane Frost of this shit So bring ya ass on then (Hell yeah!) I'm on my country boy shit, hillbilly like it's Beverly Cherry red Chevy, lift kit about a couple feet Roots in my boots and I ain't gotta prove shit Follow me down to my woods boy and hop off in these sticks We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy Them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County Boy them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter When I started from the bottom, now ya honky got a buzz on Pabst Blue Ribbon, crankin' up a thumpin' country song Tailgatin', drinkin' beer, rollin' up that greenery Shootin' at the ducks while they passin' by my scenery I came up from nothin' now my face in more than 50 states Pedal to the metal, I ain't even go and tap the brakes And I ain't from the city, I'm from hollers, rivers, creeks, and lakes Redneck as it gets 'cause this boy ain't time to go and fake it Woo! Now let me pop that clutch Ain't your man with a plan though that always crunch I'm that motherfuckin' Hoss now with zero trust Rollin' through your damn city in this bucket of rust (Hell yeah!) We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy Them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County Boy them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter Nashville born, small hick town raised On the edge of Music Row, corn field, wind sways Ford, Dodge, Chevrolet, rust bucket, still blaze Everything gets dirty tryna pave that way I ain't never had a hand out, never had a pick me up Budweiser beer bottles breakin' in my pickup truck Chip on my shoulder, rockin' me a heavy farmers tan Honeys treat me lovely 'cause I'm popular on Instagram Haters say I'm fakin' shit, say I'm not famous, barely lit When I didn't have the management to make sure that I'm well equipped So fingers up and shots on me famous and I'm 23 Self-made son, country boy from middle Tennessee We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County boy Them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter We got clips, we got guns Drive them tires off in this mud I'm from backwoods Cheatham County Boy them three words say it all Droppin' bucks, makin' dollars Small town man, down from the holla Middle finger to the world 'cause America's my daughter (Hell yeah!)