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No Fx Given

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No Fx Given was released on February 21, 2026 by THATGUYBANX as a part of the album Back for More

Song Details

AlbumBack for More

Release DateFebruary 21, 2026

LabelTHATGUYBANX

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM107

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

ThatGuyBanx

Harmony Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Nick Ryan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

ThatGuyBanx

Producer

Lyrics

[CHORUS ]

I was born where the dirt don’t lie,

Where the pain runs deep and the strong don’t cry.

Where the law don’t come and the cold wind’s driven,

I ride with the Lord but no fucks given.

Got blood on my hands and smoke in my chest,

Ain’t scared of death, I done gave my best.

So don’t come testin’ my outlaw livin’ —

I walk through hell with no fucks given.

[VERSE 1]

Backwoods rebel, I was raised in the sticks,

Truck on jacks, with a .30-06,

Diesel blowin’ like a dragon breathin’ hate,

Still got warrants in three damn states.

Mama said pray, I said I’d try,

But I light that blunt when the law rides by.

Got a stack of Bud cans like trophies stacked,

Tatted up knuckles and a full-back strap.

Ain’t no fake in my damn bloodline,

I was skippin’ school, runnin' moonshine.

Grew up in a trailer with a broke screen door,

Now I got bass so deep it’ll shake your core.

Still slide in boots, no laces tight,

Still flip birds in neon light.

Pistol in the glovebox, chaw in the lip,

No fucks given, I was born for this trip.

[CHORUS ]

I was born where the dirt don’t lie,

Where the pain runs deep and the strong don’t cry.

Where the law don’t come and the cold wind’s driven,

I ride with the Lord but no fucks given.

Got blood on my hands and smoke in my chest,

Ain’t scared of death, I done gave my best.

So don’t come testin’ my outlaw livin’ —

I walk through hell with no fucks given.

[VERSE 2]

Hard-headed, hillbred, dirt road syndicate,

I don’t need your handouts, I been gettin' it.

Granny got the Bible, Daddy had a gauge,

I been out here turnin’ pain into rage.

You flex online, but your cornfield’s plastic,

Actin’ like a killer but your clips are static.

I’m the one that shows up, boots in mud,

Slingin’ shell casings and raisin’ blood.

My girl ride dirty in a two-top Wrangler,

Whiskey in her purse, switchblade fang her.

Trailer park queen with a tongue like fire,

Taught her how to aim, now she shoots like a sniper.

I don’t sell dreams, I sell real-life scars,

From bar brawls, shotgun shells and cars.

You call it thug, I call it redneck wisdom,

Stay in your lane or get baptized in venom.

[CHORUS ]

I was born where the dirt don’t lie,

Where the pain runs deep and the strong don’t cry.

Where the law don’t come and the cold wind’s driven,

I ride with the Lord but no fucks given.

Got blood on my hands and smoke in my chest,

Ain’t scared of death, I done gave my best.

So don’t come testin’ my outlaw livin’ —

I walk through hell with no fucks given.

[VERSE 3]

Outlaw code, we don’t talk to no cops,

Just AR clips and gravel lot chops.

Big dog barkin’ with the muzzle still hot,

Snap like a twig if you step in my spot.

I’m the outlaw preacher, backroad demon,

I don’t fake flex, my life got meaning.

I done seen hell in a broke down Chevy,

Sippin’ on pain with my trigger hand steady.

I ain’t never cared ‘bout a hater’s word,

I got Southern steel and a mouth like a curse.

I done laid low, I done flipped them scripts,

I been the one with the blood on the grips.

Trailer park Moses, split beer like seas,

You in a fake chain, I’m in real oak trees.

Where we whip that whip and we skin that buck,

And we don’t cry none — we just run outta fucks.

[CHORUS ]

I was born where the dirt don’t lie,

Where the pain runs deep and the strong don’t cry.

Where the law don’t come and the cold wind’s driven,

I ride with the Lord but no fucks given.

Got blood on my hands and smoke in my chest,

Ain’t scared of death, I done gave my best.

So don’t come testin’ my outlaw livin’ —

I walk through hell with no fucks given.

[VERSE 4]

So don't test the rebel with a bone to snap,

I got old beef cookin’ on a cast iron map.

Every name you call me just fuel to burn,

I’m a redneck outlaw waitin’ his turn.

Got kin in the pen, and kin in the grave,

And I pray to a Lord that don’t always save.

So I move with a ghost in my step each day,

With a blunt in my mouth and the reaper's gaze.

No fucks given, it’s stitched in my denim,

I don’t need likes — I got shells and venom.

I ain't here to dance, I’m here to warn,

That the South got a breed that was hellborn.

[CHORUS ]

I was born where the dirt don’t lie,

Where the pain runs deep and the strong don’t cry.

Where the law don’t come and the cold wind’s driven,

I ride with the Lord but no fucks given.

Got blood on my hands and smoke in my chest,

Ain’t scared of death, I done gave my best.

So don’t come testin’ my outlaw livin’ —

I walk through hell with no fucks given.

Written by: Nick Ryan

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