Shot Caller from a Holler (feat. Redneck Souljers)

I'm an outlaw I'm an outlaw I'm an outlaw Weighing in the big bucks is where I be I got shine in the storms as far as you can see Country Al Capone to find me you need a drone Walk up in my woods and get the proud and do the dome I got frog gigs, trot lines Catfish hooks, and sharpened buck tines It's all for you if you cross me for the last time I'll put you down together while listening to Patsy Cline And all my competition moving like molasses Got girls cooking shine so I can look at their fat asses Riding into town on my horse with the force They always trying to catch me but I communicate in Morse Death to the carpetbagger always look dapper Hit him with the dagger put his ass up on a platter And feed me I'm hungry mothertruckers Just trying make some money get out and burn rubber Shot caller from a holler We just trying to make a dollar Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered Shot caller from a holler We just trying make a dollar Dirt road Don backwoods brawn If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on Shot caller from a holler Born in that muddy, muddy where dirty pigs waller Deep in the thicket where them yuppies cannot follow Homegrown hemp is growing but them pines grow taller Got a slew full of trot lines woods full of drop tines Everybody got shine sample some but not mine Cause that shit will put some hair on your chest Looking like a wooly mammoth with some Nair on chest, yeah The smoke dog told me don't you trust a city slicker And all she ain't a keeper if that girl don't shoot the liquor These city chickie's can't handle our southern ways On Saturday we wasted Sunday morning we praying Couple country spitters represent the grand division Created such a buzz we need a Narcan prescription We got it out the mud and built it out of rough lumber Used to barely mutter now we blaring thunder buddy I'm a shot caller from a holler We just trying to make a dollar Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered Shot caller from a holler We just trying make a dollar Dirt road Don backwoods brawn If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on Back in the woods getting me a dip Outlaw and them boys are back again Drinking blended bourbon flowing straight up out the barrel King Tut in the woods still slinging arrows Daddy call me fat even though I know I'm narrow Mess around and imma have to hit with a chair boe Mowing and tilling and grilling imma bout to get back to my roots on Pissing on the tree about to put my Justin boots on Busting out the tree house got the bong bubbling Big boobs busting out their blouses and I'm loving it I'm drunk at competition and disobeying the government With the damn tax man can kiss my I've had enough of him Still calling shots from the tree stand Still going nuts call us pecans Still going strong can't stop me Backwoods badass that is what they call me Shot caller from a holler Holler holler Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered Shot caller from a holler Holler holler Dirt road Don backwoods brawn If they gotta problem we tell em to bring it on