F350 Freestyle

Yeah, yeah, yeah Don't want a Porsche, don't want Ferrari I want a Grizzly, I want a Harley I want a 440, 6.7 Power-stroke diesel F-250 with a lift kit on it (woo) I want to hop off a plane and just land somewhere (yea) Have a farm and some land somewhere (yea) Couple cows, couple dogs, couple barns (woo) And some brand new green John Deere I want to make them all mad All of the people who told me I'm wack Roll in my high school reunion, I'm wearing all black Cowboy boots and a camo hat (woo) Whole lot of jewelry on (boss) Whole lot of Grey Poupon (sauce) Don't know what you be on But I be gone and I be on my own wave (yea) Like George Strait (yea) Watch a cowboy (yea) just ride away, hey (hey) I got red, white and blue diamonds Dancing on my neck like Billy Ray (brrrr) Where I'm from you don't get out (get out) Stay here till you're six feet in the ground Work the same job for thirty-five years have five grandkids Watch them in the front yard running around like (ohhh) Is this that good life? Praying good night Missing the good times Said too many goodbyes This that move out the suburbs (yea) This them dirty ass cuss words (yea) This that back to your hometown Twelve-hour shift in the sun type of tough work (woo) This that you don't wanna end up like your daddy 'Cause he's mean and alcoholic and he's bitter 'bout life This that pay off all your loans move away Get a job then come back someday when you got it all right This that F-350 (woo) Twelves in the back as we ride through the city (skrrrt) Playing Tim McGraw, but I'm feeling like Diddy (aye) Oh, Lord Jesus please forgive me This that real raw country rap shit This that West Virginia trap shit This that get caught in the holler Talking crazy, get your ass kicked I'm planting my seeds I'm back to my roots In a F-350 but I'm driving it like its a coupe (In a F-350 but I'm driving it like its a coupe)