[Intro]
Kells

[Verse 1]
Chevrolet spray painted black, RIP on the back
Camo with the rebel flag
Daisy Duke ride right beside me and she lookin' good
She a dime but she finer than that
Lady mud flaps, bottle of Jack
Country boy fresh but I'm keepin' them stacks
Tennessee raised in them woods in the back
And I'm bumpin' that Smo while I'm tokin' that grass
Camouflage truck, Mossy Oak seats
Tats on my skin they be country as shit
My homies 'round here on the gravel made streets
I ain't talkin' no shit but that homeboy heat
I got scars on my knuckles but it ain't no thing
'Cause I'm chuggin' along like a CSX train
And I'm runnin' off fumes, I just need a full tank
'Cause I'm struttin' these books like the junior from Hank
Started from nothin' but look at me now
Got fans by the thou' from states all around
From Cali to Bama to beaches down south
Got Dixie galore, I see tits all around
Came from the bottom, I'm still at the bottom
Like dirt on my boots, but that ain't no problem
If people got beef then I'm bringin' the sauna
I'm doin' it big, yeah I'm goin' so large
The one million that follow they straight out the hollow
Raise hell and eat cornbread you know that's the motto
A smile on my face like I just hit the lotto
Go hard like a rock, the new Silverado
My image so high that it reach Colorado
I never stepped foot in that state that's how I know
I'm goin' atomo, I'm slick like Bonanos
This boy right here is straight from the holler
[Chorus]
And people always gon' talk shit
But me baby I'm all sticks
From South Carolina to deep Alabama
Puttin' in work in the summer and slingin' them hammers

[Verse 2]
I done came a long way from back in the day
From haulin' that hay for minimum wage
And now that my name blew up like a bang
From bein' myself to this media thing
They catchin' my slang I pay to [?]
To give them the country that spoke with these raps
The music that slaps like a hand on the back
And they be givin' me props when I'm givin' 'em back
See once I was nothin' but not I am somethin'
Stop layin' this bitch and my last name is buzzin'
These people high school, they hate, they love it
The way that I does it, my fame that say fuck it
They kickin' the bucket, not up on my level
No Illuminati, no worshippin' Devils
Just spittin' lead hot like the new Charlie Daniels
The one country boy that the public can't handle

[Chorus]
And people always gon' talk shit
But me baby I'm all sticks
From South Carolina to deep Alabama
Puttin' in work in the summer and slingin' them hammers
[Outro]
I just want to, uh, say thanks
To all the people that, uh
Told me that I would never be where I am at right now
Y'all are the ones that actually pushed me to get here
So now I'm lookin' down on y'all, so fuck y'all
Haha