Kuntry Boys (feat. Lil Wyte & Jelly Roll)

Yeah

It's your mans Big Smo

Ayy, yo, Jelly, Lil Wyte, let's tell 'em how it is

I'm just a kuntry boy (just a kuntry boy)

Livin' out on a farm (you know we out on a farm)

I got pounds on the other side of town

With the crop in the barn (I can smell it all the way over here)

Just sipping on shine (you know we sipping on shine)

Sipping straight from the jar (drinking straight from the jar)

Law dogs is a hunting us down 'cause they know who we are (yeah, they know who we are)

Yeah, see, we some Tennessee kuntry boys, it don't get no better, man

We Backroad, moonshine, sippin' in my Chevrolet

Blowin' on that killer hay hoping I can smoke away

Every single problem from the day

I won't ever change southern by blood in the mud of the USA

Homegrown southern swag, yup, that's the way I was raised

Hustling to get my pay, moving kush state to state

Dodging Johnny law 'cause they trying to give me five to eight

Underneath the jail in a cell but they way too late

'Cause I'm long gone out of sight, time to celebrate

Touch down with my fam outta town, collaborate

Smo and Lil Wyte N Jelly, good ole boy heavyweights

Pushing to the limit in this game of life that we play

Represent what we stand for in a major way

Outlaws living on the edge of an open grave

Raise your glasses to the sky and keep it kuntry everyday

I'm just a kuntry boy (yeah)

Living out on a farm (32 acres, baby, count 'em)

I got pounds on the other side of town

With the crop in the barn (sure does smell good out here)

Just sipping on shine (best of the best) (Jelly Roll)

Sipping straight from the jar (tell 'em Jelly) (Big Smo) (you know what it is)

Law dogs is a hunting us down 'cause they know who we are (yeah, they know who we are)

Jelly Roll

This for them kuntry boys them outlaws and hole in the walls

Lil Wyte calm down, you can't drink moonshine through a straw

Yeah, they call me Jelly Roll hooked up with my partner Smo

Ever since that hate goes on, record labels call my phone

See, I wake up every morning and try to find a bag

But before I eat breakfast, got to pop a couple tabs

I still keep it kuntry, like a big green tractor

I'm sick of these mini mes, just call me fat bastard

No reception in the house call me on my home phone

This dro is that good, but it's not that Cali, it's that homegrown

I ain't even tripping, girl, I ain't actin' hard

Start a fight with my ex, then get kicked out of the bar

Man, I cannot find my car, party where's the cigar?

I forgot what I was rappin' 'bout, I'm higher than a star

I ain't saying that I'm good, I ain't saying that I'm pimpin'

I'm just saying I'm like Tiger Woods with the women, come on

I'm just a kuntry boy (boy)

Living out on a farm (yeah)

I got pounds on the other side of town

With the crop in the barn (sure do, I swear to God he do)

Just sipping on shine (aww yeah, sippin')

Sipping straight from the jar (straight from the jar, baby)

Law dogs is a hunting us down 'cause they know who we are

(They ain't going find me though, this yo' boy Lil Wyte lets go) (get it)

There ain't a day past that I ain't into somethin' from the sticks

To the hoods, they say that honky is bumpin'

From Unionville to Manchester, all the way to Cashville

I'm the original good ol' boy, I says let the cash spill

Pass the shine, Jelly, watch me drink it all from that straw

But when I'm done I'm going to even eat the strawberries and all

I'm an alcoholic, don't make me pull out my xanax bars

I get fucked up and do donuts in everybody's car

See I'm from the bay spent most of my time in the county

Growing up I got into some crazy shit

With some rowdy shotgun toting pickup truck driving kuntry motherfucker

I don't send my goons I send my rednecks after you suckers

I'm Lil Wyte the leader of the pack, plus I am the drunkest

With Wyte music in the building, motherfucker, we the crunkest

What up, Struggle? R.I.P. to your grandpa Waylon Jennings

This a new movement he started it but Wyte music going to keep it goin', motherfucker

I'm just a kuntry boy (just some kuntry boys)

Livin' out on a farm (you catch us out on a farm)

I got pounds on the other side of town

With the crop in the barn (yeah, just holla at yo' boy you know what time it is)

Just sippin' on shine (yeah, we sippin' on shine)

Sippin' straight from the jar (we sippin' straight from the jar, tell 'em Wyte)

Law dogs is a huntin' us down 'cause they know who we are

(Jelly, you know they know who we are, baby)

It's yo' mans Big Smo, Tennessees number one kuntry boy

Y'all know what time it is, we 'em good ol' boys