Down here we can go mud ridin' Down here the fish is fried

Down south on old dirt back road Deep off in my parts of Mississippi

Down here we get real high Down south on old dirt back road

Deep off in my parts of Mississippi I'm just a southern boy reppin' that Dixie

pride You see that rebel flag, man that bitch be

flyin' high Hit the back roads late at night when that

moon is bright Straight jug sippin', man you better have

your act right

DeSoto County, baby, raised in Mississippi Rollin' backwoods finest back in the

day it was them old Phillies Do you hear what I'm sayin'

Do you even feel me

If I was that blunt, I would've suggested that you go and fill me

I need to catch a bite, so sick of doin' doors

Been bustin' ass hard, but my fuckin' back is sore

Still stayin' humble with it, so sick of livin' poor

Been passion-driven, and I think that I could use some more

Down here, we can go mud ride Down here, our fish is fried

Down south on some old dirt back roads Deep off in my parts of Mississippi

Down here, we got a lot of bonfires Down here, we gettin' real high

Down south on some old dirt back roads Deep off in my parts of Mississippi

We fishin' dirty lakes, we twistin' on a pine

We sealin' haters' fates, out here stillin' all the shine

Always livin' life, doin' right behind the scenes

My past been rough, but it's been dust and green

We'll party on the banks green smoke and all the drank

We tearin' up the sticks, down south renegades

We snatchin' haters' lips from the dirty sip

12-gauge lock and loaded, bitch, we don't fuckin' miss

Down here, we can build a bonfire Down here, we gettin' real high

Down south on some old dirt back roads Deep off in my parts of Mississippi

Down here, we can go an mud ride Down here, our fish is fried

Down south on some old dirt back roads Deep off in my parts of Mississippi

Down here, we can build a bonfire Down here, we gettin' real high

Down south on some old dirt back roads Deep off in our parts of Mississippi

Down here