- Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah

- Bubba Jo talking to you

- Come ride with a real one

A little country, a little hood, a whole lot of love

- Mm-hmm, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy

- Mm-hmm, mm-mm, ah, ah, ah, ah

- Girl, I seen you all beat them to stop

The whole room, skin soft, lips glossed

Smellin' like a perfume

Them city boys cappin' ain't built like me

I pull up in a dirty truck, still look clean

Got a pocket full of cash from the work I done

Sunburn on my neck from the morning sun

I ain't perfect, girl, but I'm solid as they come

And I'll treat that pretty ass like you the only one

You need a man gon' hold you when the world too cold

Rub your feet after work, it's just stretch and walk slow

Cook your steak on a grill, wire the jack on ice

Then pull your clothes and whisper, girl, you fine tonight

I know you tired of these lame-ass dudes

Talkin' big game can't do shit for you

Come ride shotgun, let me change your view

Girl, all I'm tryna say is fuck with me, babe

I'ma love you crazy, late-night whiskey sippin

Ridin' Rolls, gettin' faded, fuck with me, babe

You ain't gotta fake it, country boy swag

Got your heart damn near naked, I can put you in some heels

Or some boots in the dirt, make you feel sexy, even fresh outta work

You ain't never had a man put you so first, so fuck with me, babe

Let me show you what you worth, I ain't rich, rich, but my bills all paid

Got a lil' land in the lawn, business made, and I still make time for your fine ass

Even when I'm dead-tired, cuttin' grass, you can wear my hoodie with no panties on

Dance in the kitchen to them old slow songs, I'm the type where you chair open every door

Then bring you over to bed and make you beg for more, yeah, I'm country, but the stroke ain't vicious

Eat it like supper, leave lipstick on dishes, then we back outside at the fishin' spot, yeah

You sittin' on my lap while the moonlight dry, yeah, you need somebody real, not Instagram, love

Be the hard-workin' man that the good Lord sent from above, somebody gon' protect you, respect you too

Still talk nasty while I'm all over you, so fuck with me, babe, let me drive you crazy

Buff-eye burning, while the speakers bumpin, Kevin Gates-y, fuck with me, babe, you know I can save it, ayy

That country so different, girl, come taste it, you can have the city, I take back roads

Cold beer kisses in my work clothes, ain't no tellin' where this thing could go if you fuck with me, babe, slow, yeah

Fuck with the country, man, Bubba Joe style, sell the soul for the grown folks, mm-mm-mm