(Intro - Mr. Flip)
This for my country boys worldwide
And my country girls worldwide
Put your moonshine to the sky
Roll it up its time to get high

(Chorus - Mr. Flip)
Meet me on ah dirt road
Bad bitch in my truck
Cause that’s the only kind I pick up
Meet me on ah dirt road
I got a cooler full of of beer
And we drink that moonshine round here
Meet me on ah dirt road
And that’s where I’ll be
Nothing but them country folks around me
Meet me on a dirt road
Like fires we lit
Real Country Boy shit
Meet me on a dirt road

(Verse 1 - DhD)
Aye, you can find me on the road
Where the pavement stops
Out in Richland County
Where we hate the cops
Evеr since a jit I used to bang the blocks
Big dog you can’t tamе the rottweiler
Get a little bit wilder
When I got gasoline, a vacant lot
Bonfire and I blaze an eight of pot
Everybody pullin' up in mud stained Chevy's
Stained with mud, not a mustang
When them guns bang bitch you better be ready
Cause we can shoot a buck
With the aim real steady
Kickin' up dust we don’t give no fucks
Pull up to the scene in a lift kit truck
Bitch get buck, shit gets rough
When anybody fuckin' with someone who’s one of us
Promise you don’t want it, we just tryna have a good time
Tryna put my city on and tryna see the hood shine
Sippin' on moonshine, I heard you a goon, huh?
You don’t stand a chance
When you fucking with the crew, naw
You won’t stand a chance at all
Your man will fall and you won’t have the plan to call
Because we don’t get service out here
If you got a problem
Better get the fuck from round out here..
Uh, yeah and I’m sipping on a 40
Brown bag beer, hittin' white tail
And I ain’t talking bout deer
Got your main bitch in my cavalier
She gone talk my ear off
I have to veer off
Take a left turn
In the woods i steer off
Fuck her in the back seat
Grindin' her gears off
I told that Bitch
(Chorus - Mr. Flip)
Meet me on ah dirt road
Bad bitch in my truck
Cause that’s the only kind I pick up
Meet me on ah dirt road
I got a cooler full of of beer
And we drink that moonshine round here
Meet me on ah dirt road
And that’s where I’ll be
Nothing but them country folks around me
Meet me on a dirt road
Like fires we lit
Real Country Boy shit
Meet me on a dirt road

(Verse 2 - Bubba SparxxX)
Ain’t life grand? I said
Ain’t life motherfuckin' grand
I understand that some people may not understand
This is nothing like the Summer we planned
But fore you drink that, will you think back
Thirty seven weeks back
Fore the summer even began
Been fore Summer gave people these tans
Been fore Bubba had a drink in each hand
On second thought
Bubba been had him a drink in each hand
Whether it was three degrees
Or was the heat increased
So much you couldn’t even breathe
A decent breeze
Would be such a sweet relief
But still we need me to be me
But she’s still waiting on him to be me
It ain’t no telling when
We’ll be leaving, shit
You could swim in DC
Fuck it, take a hike to Arizona, right
Head to Paris on a motor bike
Let us know what that road look like
Funny money don’t fold up right
So you should prolly just fold up like
Just like a tent when it’s cold one night
That wind’ll roll in and it’ll blow just right
I’ll have a cold Bud Light
I’ll love her for one night
I reckon cept for all of these
Incredible women I’ll
Be the type of gentleman no one likes
Riding on a dirt road Baby girl in twerk mode
Got these suckers wining like Merlot
It’s King Killumbia & that boy Bubba K
Country boy and it’s sure told, let’s go
(Chorus - Mr. Flip)
Meet me on ah dirt road
Bad bitch in my truck
Cause that’s the only kind I pick up
Meet me on ah dirt road
I got a cooler full of of beer
And we drink that moonshine round here
Meet me on ah dirt road
And that’s where I’ll be
Nothing but them country folks around me
Meet me on a dirt road
Like fires we lit
Real Country Boy shit
Meet me on a dirt road

(Verse 3 - Bezz Believe)
Summer time in the Florida weather
Chuggin' beers and puffin' pressure
Elevate to another level
Swear that I could do this forever
Shawty ridin' shotgun
Cockin' back my shogun
Stayed in our lane
Now we winning in the long run
Roastin' marshmallows at a bonfire
House party with a lake front
BBQ Ribs and steak lunch
Good Weed and a great blunt
My skins braised in the blazin' sun
Goin' bass fishing with my baby son
Smokin' gas with my day ones
I never forget where I came from
I earn my stripes like the American flag
Feel like Thanksgiving all these Turkey bags
Bust a quick play near the trailer trap
Look like a scene out of breaking bad
Camouflage colored weed
Named it real tree
Born and raised in Florida
But my whiskey straight from Tennessee
(Chorus - Mr. Flip)
Meet me on ah dirt road
Bad bitch in my truck
Cause that’s the only kind I pick up
Meet me on ah dirt road
I got a cooler full of of beer
And we drink that moonshine round here
Meet me on ah dirt road
And that’s where I’ll be
Nothing but them country folks around me
Meet me on a dirt road
Like fires we lit
Real Country Boy shit
Meet me on a dirt road