Kinlin'

Let us show you how we live, pull the trucks up, park 'em out in the field When the tailgate drop the shit get real, everybody goin' hard and got no chill Man, we livin' in the kinlin', boy, it's fire in the sticks I said it's fire in the sticks, you know it's fire in the sticks And our people light a spark that get shit lit, you know it's fire in the sticks I call DurtE when the shit pop off, it's gettin' live Shit get raw, when I roll up, keep a ginger on the side Barefooted, yeah, we soulless, trippin' all the time Wanna kick it, hit my line, find me sittin' by the fire in the sticks With GPS, don't give a shit on a dirt road with a couple of goons, and a couple of hicks Got a cooler full of beer and a handle, a couple of chicks Clearly an influence, I'm under it I got a solo cup glued to my hand That shit ain't comin' off, tonight, I'm gettin' high as a kite And don't think I'm comin' down Dirtbags walk in a bar, everyone runnin' out Fuck around, you endin' up dead You comin' under now, deliverance, hey there girl, you got a party mouth 20 minutes with your boy, you could bet that I turn her out Party feel like Portland, baby, we 'bout to burn it down But you could find out by word of mouth Let us show you how we live, pull the trucks up, park 'em out in the field When the tailgate drop the shit get real, everybody goin' hard and got no chill Man, we livin' in the kinlin', boy, it's fire in the sticks I said it's fire in the sticks, you know it's fire in the sticks And our people light a spark that get shit lit, you know it's fire in the sticks We in the field with no law and no fucks Bunch of DirtBagz on 10 soon as we show up Tore up, hop in the truck and rip some donuts Don't front, we out here chillin', quit actin' so tough If we wanted problems, and we'd take, better spoke up Promptly get to layin' your asses out like a throw rug Hol' up, we just tryna crack some cold ones Split a couple Dutches and throw somethin' on the roll-up (woo) We chiefin', ATV creepin', the green is top-notch and the beer it stays freezin' The fire it stays hot, if you hungry, then we eatin' The women lookin' lovely, and dancin' like they mean it, oh Grab a bottle, hop in the follow, let's roll, gettin' louder the further out we go System bangin' like we was outta the show, you ain't know? Let us show you how we live, pull the trucks up, park 'em out in the field When the tailgate drop the shit get real, everybody goin' hard and got no chill Man, we livin' in the kinlin', boy, it's fire in the sticks I said it's fire in the sticks, you know it's fire in the sticks And our people light a spark that get shit lit, you know it's fire in the sticks Got the fire burnin' ferocious, atrocious, the way that we burn it up Since I was a precocious, lil' focused juvenile, I backed it up Every word I said I meant to the death, never put it underneath my breath I said it with my chest, therefore, I ended the thing I've started heavy armed, 'fore we're marchin', tell your sergeant, "Play with caution" 'Cause I'm cautiously evolvin', yet devolvin' to revolver, still an option If I'm honest, bein' blunt, you don't want the smoke nor the fire that starts it I'm the artist, leave the garbage, any artist fix their armor Leave 'em harmless, fully tarnished, light out like the Amish Oh, my gosh, this can't be honest, yes, I'm on it like some vomit and fractal it I gladly do you and burn the farm it out the garden known to overthrow the thrones And those who hold the crowns, and go get laid like rose bulldogs And exiled from their homes, wait, I thought that this was a party song That y'all put me on? So pass the Patron Let us show you how we live, pull the trucks up, park 'em out in the field When the tailgate drop the shit get real, everybody goin' hard and got no chill Man, we livin' in the kinlin', boy, it's fire in the sticks I said it's fire in the sticks, you know it's fire in the sticks And our people light a spark that get shit lit, you know it's fire in the sticks