Kentucky backwoods

chillin in the backwoods were I'm born we killin deer huntin deer staying in our fields. in the back woods is were I was raised follow follow you get pop. flopped like the mf deer I shot forgot taught this mf how to shoot a glock. cops try to follow us we disappear in them trees x2 steer clear chill mf you still in fear. we grew up in ole Kentucky spent our time huntin and fishin we got bullied growing up we wooped all them bitches no kidden. talk shit get hit keep talking get shot I got bulletproof vests and lots of guns we going to rule the world with camouflage wranglers and boots fuck with me I'm self destructive. got nothing to lose.