SOLD OUT (with HARDY) [Live From Nashville]

Ladies and gentlemen

Please, give a Nashville welcome to HARDY

Gold records on the sheetrock

Not bad for a boy from Mississippi

Yeah, I could buy a Maybach

But I'm still in my F-150

And my last name

It's a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be

A lotta things changed

Except one thing, me (Sing it)

I'm still the same old redneck fuck, don't give a damn

Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram

Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house

Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out

Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out

Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out (Woo)

Oh, middle finger to the sky, buddy, that's right

I don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal on my half-time

Keep your in-crowd, I'll be the outcast

I'll be country 'til I'm dead, that's on my last name

It's a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be

A lotta things changed

But if there's somethin' you should know about me (Sing it)

Still the same old redneck fuck, don't give a damn

Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram

Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house (Go)

Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out

Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out

Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out

Yeah, middle finger to the sky 'til I'm gone and dead

.44 in the Ford for the copperheads

Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house

Wall to wall and I

Yeah, middle finger to the sky 'til I'm gone and dead

.44 in the Ford for the copperheads

Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house

Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out

Nashville, what'd you think of HARDY?