[Chorus: Sol Jay]
Met her at the market, she from out of town
Daddy is a farmer, Mommy from the south
Diamond-studded boots on, ain't no cap and gown
Ride me like a tractor, she like gettin' plowed
Pull up in her truck and she say she from the country
Mom from Alabama, Daddy from Kentucky
She like shootin' ducks, yeah, she like shootin' bunnies
Ride me yellin' "Yeehaw", redneck shawty, fuck me

[Verse 1: Sol Jay]
Clovers in her Dad's farm, damn I feel so lucky
Fucked her in her damn barn, now I'm feelin' yucky
He live in a trailer, cousin is a junkie
Smokin' out in nature, everyday is sunny
In the F-150, she pull out her titties
Hair in her face, out the window, real windy
Bootcut jeans but she still real pretty
Redneck shawty, fuck hillbillies
Like yeah
Giddy-up, yeehaw
Dip in her jaw
Giddy-up, yeehaw

[Chorus: Sol Jay]
Met her at the market, she from out of town
Daddy is a farmer, Mommy from the south
Diamond-studded boots on, ain't no cap and gown
Ride me like a tractor, she like gettin' plowed
Pull up in her truck and she say she from the country
Mom from Alabama, Daddy from Kentucky
She like shootin' ducks, yeah, she like shootin' bunnies
Ride me yellin' "Yeehaw", redneck shawty fuck me
[Verse 2: David Shawty]
Shawty, she a redneck, I'ma make her neck red
Met her at the horse race, fucked her by the exit
She took me to the barnyard and she say she from Texas
She gon' pack a fat lip, got dip on her necklace
Copenhagen long cut, she wanna drink a rainier
She said I gotta feed the pigs, okay lil' baby, stay here
You know that she Christian, she said "Boy you need prayer" (David)
Took her on a dinner date, she took me to the fair
I just crossed the interstate, I'm posted with the mayor
She like Dallas Cowboys, I said "What's your favorite player?"
She gon' teach me how to ride a horse
I just pulled up, pour some beer into my four

[Verse 3: Steele 11]
Met her at the Bass Pro Shop with my cousins
We were stealin' Mountain Dew before we went muddin'
Smacked her ass in them Realtree jeans, she loved it
Ok, she turned around...
Oh shit, you're my cousin (I'm kidding)
Blat!
Walking 'round with a 12 gauge
Alabama, where my bitch stay
Talking shit let's drag race
Busche beer, my medicine
Copenhagen, let's pack a lip
Then let's go cow tip
Roll tide, roll tide, roll tide, roll tide
Sweet Alabama and my bitch, she so fine
You can't ride with me
Smack your left knee go "Yee-yee, yee-yee"
[Chorus: Sol Jay]
Met her at the market, she from out of town
Daddy is a farmer, Mommy from the south
Diamond-studded boots on, ain't no cap and gown
Ride me like a tractor, she like gettin' plowed
Pull up in her truck and she say she from the country
Mom from Alabama, Daddy from Kentucky
She like shootin' ducks, yeah, she like shootin' bunnies
Ride me yellin' "Yeehaw", redneck shawty fuck me (Fuck me)

[Outro: Sol Jay]
Yeah, redneck shawty
Redneck my shawty
Ahh, yeehaw, ooh
Giddy-up, giddy-up
Yeah, giddy-up, yeehaw
Ooh, ooh