[Intro]
Woo-ooh-mhmm
Yes, this is the ghetto, sure enough now

[Verse 1: Keith Austin]
Eh, I'm ridin' through the city back roads
No hands on the wheel yeah girl
I'm swervin', I'm swervin'
I'm raised in the backwoods runnin' from the blue lights
They searchin' (They searchin' for me)
I'm just a young redneck with a flat bill hat on (Flat bill hat on)
Just a young redneck that raps to keep the lights on (Raps to keep the lights on)
And I scream by God just show where I come from (Show where I come from)
Dunlap Tennessee where the trucks go vroom vroom
Walmart parkin' lot is where you find me
With a Mickey D sweet tea in my right hand
My left hand got a Grizzly Winter Green dip can
Ahh (Ahh, ahh, ahh)
I'm with the good old boys and we bout to have a good time
Lady back home she is sweeter than some white wine
Gramps out back in the cabin makin' moonshine
Ahh (Ahh, ahh, ahh)
Only cash I know is Johnny Cash got all these people starin'
I got country music blarin' from the back seat (Blarin' from the back seat)
And I know is spit the real heat (Know I spit the real heat)
In the bottle eatin' deer meat
Cops patrollin'
S-10's rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'
I'm just that sweet tea sippin'
Biscuit eatin'
Southern life is what I'm livin'
Started rappin'
In the trailer in the holler
That's my country ghetto
[Chorus: Aderr]
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's the country ghetto
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's our country ghetto
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's our country ghetto
Holler boy
Yeah yeah yeah
That's the country ghetto

[Verse 2: Keith Adams]
Sorry 'bout the old days
But now we in the new age
Where we chit chit chit nine spray, hey
Where we let that blunt blaze, aye
Hey all my people crazy
From Dunlap to Soddy-Daisy
But this the holler that made me
Shoutout to my holler ladies
Yeah, I'm on my shit and you know what it is
I'm headin' up to Smith or mackin' on a bitch
All my people ratchet (Ratchet)
You already know it (Know it)
Leave the house (House)
No shoes no clothin' (It's the shit)
We don't give a fuck doe
We run this town (Town)
Walk in Walmart (Walmart, Walmart)
Pajamas on (Pajamas on)
Won't give a fuck (Won't give a fuck)
Do what we want (We do it up)
What's the name of this song
Shoutout to the holler
That's my home (In the ghetto)
Shoutout the holler
All these bad bitches holler
You know we make them dollars
From Cagle Mountain Fredonia
Shoutout them rollers
That keep them cars with the motors, ayy
You know the motive
Raise hell praise Dale
The motive in the
[Chorus: Aderr]
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's the country ghetto
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's our country ghetto
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's our country ghetto
Holler boy
Yeah yeah yeah
That's the country ghetto

[Verse 3: Upchurch]
Southside Cheatham that's my shit
Finest girl in town that's my chick
I'm a cocky mothafucka but I gotta be now
'Cause I run the game like a home team quarterback
Mustang fast back two girls in the back
Willie Nelson smoke floats like fog in the grass
Tailgates gonna drop, cups gonna refill
Motherfuckers 'round here still reppin' them hills
And I ain't ashamed of shit boy, I'ma keep on doin' my thing
RHEC shit my motto, my rebel soul got no stains
My picture perfect got no frame, no stress sittin' on my brain
So Wyatt Earp, so John Wayne, so confident in my last name
Motherfuckers wanna hit me up now 'cause I'm buzzin'
But when I was in the holler nobody ever wanted nothin'
Now they tellin' me I'm good shit I knew it from the get go
I stay gassed up like a motherfuckin' Citgo
Finger in the air while I'm sittin' on a big cloud
Finger in the air while I'm rappin' to a big crowd
Finger in the air cause I was once a nobody
Now I'm poppin' off loud like a shawty bopanelly
And I'm rollin' round my county really feelin' like a man doe
Even when I travel still feeling like I'm Rambo
19-11 sittin' loaded in the console
Pedal to the metal while I'm dodgin' potholes
And I'm comin' up in the game and I'm easily grippin' the pistol
When the people that wanna piece of me come and get that shit
I'm back woods boy broke motherfucker
Treat my Chevrolet like a six figure Cadillac
[Chorus: Aderr]
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's the country ghetto
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's our country ghetto
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's our country ghetto
Holler boy
Yeah yeah yeah
That's the country ghetto

The holler boy, the holler boy
That's the country ghetto
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's our country ghetto
The holler boy, the holler boy
That's our country ghetto
Holler boy
Yeah yeah yeah
That's the country ghetto