Shot Caller from a Holler (feat. Redneck Souljers)

Land of the big bucks is where I be

I got shine into stumps as far as you can see

Country Al Capone, to find me you need a drone

Walk up in my woods and get a prodder to the dome

I got frog gigs, trotlines

Catfish hooks and sharpened buck tines

It's all for you if you cross me for the last time

Put you down together while listening to Patsy Cline

Now my competition moving like molasses

Got girls cooking shots so I could look at their fat asses

Riding into town on my horse with the force

They always trying to catch you, but I communicate in morse

Death to the carpetbagger always looking dapper

Hit him with a dagger, put his ass up on a platter

And feed me (Feed me), I'm hungry mother-truckers

Just tryna make some money, get out and burn rubber

Shot caller from a holler

We just tryna make a dollar

Dirt road scholar, backwoods baller

Come to our holler and you gon' get slaughtered

Shot caller from a holler

We just tryna make a dollar

Dirt road don, backwoods prawn

If they got a problem, we tell 'em to bring it on

A shot caller from a holler

Born in that muddy, muddy where dirty pigs waller

Deep in the thicket where them yuppies cannot faller

Homegrown hemp is growing, but them pines grow taller

Got a slew full of trotlines, woods full of dropped tines

Everybody got shine, sample some but not mine

'Cause that shit'll put some hair on your chest

Looking like a wooly mammoth, need some Nair on my chest, yeah

Now Smoke Dog told me, don't you trust a city slicker

And, nah, she ain't a keeper if that girl don't shoot the liquor

These city chickies 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 tryna make a dollar

Dirt road scholar, backwoods baller

Come to our holler and you gon' get slaughtered

Shot caller from a holler

We just tryna make a dollar

Dirt road don, backwoods prawn

If they got a problem, we tell 'em to bring it on

Back in the woods getting me a deer

Outlaw and them boys are back again

We been drinking blended bourbon, flowing straight up out the barrel

The King Tut of the woods, still slinging arrows

Yeah, they call me fat even though I know I'm narrow

Mess around and I'ma have to hit you with a cherry bow

Mowing and tugging and grilling, I'm about to get back to my roots

I'm pissing on a tree about to put my Justin boots on

Busting out the treehouse, got the bong bubbling

Big boobs busting out of blouses and I'm loving it

Drunken competition and disobeying the government

The damn tax man can kiss my ass, 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 baller

Come to our holler and you gon' get slaughtered

Shot caller from a holler

Holler, holler

Dirt road don, backwoods prawn

If they got a problem, we tell 'em to bring it on

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