Dirty Boys

Let the BandPlay I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit (One time for the dirty boys) uh-uh Chatham County, bitch Yeah-yeah (yeah), (yeah-yeah, yeah) yeah I grew up on the old shit, y'all already know this I never thought somebody from my town would get noticed E'rybody try, but eventually they all quit And either went to college or they work up at the saw mill Hip-hop country, how the fuck you think I feel? Got people lookin' at me thinkin' that I'm not for real Bi-bi-bitch, I got four wheels turned down four deals Four good buddies, with the four blue flame steels Redneck shit to the maximum Shit, I'm tellin' my story just rappin' 'em As a genre, nobody can even fathom us 'Cause it's three separate things just smashin' (what?) A little bit of country, little bit of hip-hop Little bit of rock at the bottom of the ridge top White smokin' shit like I'm motherfuckin' Ken Block Call it what you wanna, but I'm always makin' shit pop RHEC 'til my motherfuckin' heart stop I say it 'cause I mean it 'til my motherfuckin' heart stop Redneck bone in a '89 rag top Yo' boy gettin' famous from a god-dang laptop Rollin', lookin' clean like a life-sized Matchbox Ex girl hit my line, turned into a missed call You can call me Trump 'cause I'm buildin' me a big wall Blockin' out you haters while I'm grabbin' on my white balls One time for the dirty boys Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise One time for the dirty boys River rats lookin' nasty, smokin' all the joints One time for the police Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes tryna chase me Mustang GT, hippie chick with me Puffin' on some green, bumpin' MGMT (ha) Every single person who ever told me that I couldn't Gets a middle finger from me, and callin' me when they shouldn't They're pushy and overlookin', but now I'm more than a rookie And makin' my county noticed for somethin' other than druggies, yeah (aw-yeah) Dixie flag on the front porch (what?) Country boy, hotter than the tip of a damn blow torch Fuck a Rolls-Royce, I'd rather drive a Monte Carlo With a cowl induction hood boy (hood boy) (woo) I'm from the woods, boy, rollin' in the woods toy Talkin' slow and workin' ain't the only thing I'm good for Tougher than an old Ford, quit sports, still score Pickin' up the farmer's daughter, freakin' on the front porch Landscapin' shit while I'm rollin' up a whole log Last day of senior year, shit, I was too gone Knew I had to find myself off in this old world And I was gonna yell it 'til a bunch of people all heard Redneck spittin' blue flame with the pen though Never had a bunch of friends, always had my kinfolk Rollin' six deep in the F-150 I don't need an image 'cause the image came natural Small town shit 'til I don't breathe A bunch of attention, brother, I don't need A bunch of fake friends I don't seek And money ain't about shit except for old greed And I don't need a mansion by a big white beach Gimme a fuckin' double wide by an old-ass creek This is how I was raised, and I'll always be Southside, Cheatham County, middle Tennessee (woo) One time for the dirty boys Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise One time for the dirty boys River rats lookin' nasty, smokin' all the joints One time for the police Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes tryna chase me Mustang GT, hippie chick with me Puffin' on some green, bumpin' MGMT One time for the dirty boys One time for the dirty boys Dirty boys One time for the dirty boy-