F-350
Yeah, turn the dial to eleven, here’s a story from the sticks. About a blue oval beast that handles all the licks. Got an F-350, King Ranch trim, leather seats. Parked out by the barn where the corn meets the streets. Six-point-seven Power Stroke, diesel engine hummin'. Got that big boy torque, yeah, you know it’s always comin’. Twenty-inch rims shinin’ when the sun goes down. Biggest rig on four wheels in this whole damn town. It’s a country rap flow, 'bout that Ford 350. Two-ton of steel, built tough and nifty. Chrome is shinin', mud tires always grippin’. Haulin’ the hay, sippin’ on sweet tea sippin’. From the red dirt roads to the main highway line, That F-350 is a hell of a ride. Got the gooseneck hitched up, load is weighin’ four tons. Doesn't even squat, man, it just gets the job done. AC blowin’ cold, while the summer sun beats. Got my dog in the back, muddy paws on the mats. Backin’ up a trailer, yeah, I never even stumble. That big camera view makes me feel so humble. Got the LED lights cuttin’ through the midnight mist. If you need a tow, buddy, put me on your list. It’s a country rap flow, 'bout that Ford 350. Two-ton of steel, built tough and nifty. Chrome is shinin', mud tires always grippin’. Haulin’ the hay, sippin’ on sweet tea sippin’. From the red dirt roads to the main highway line, That F-350 is a hell of a ride. From the river bend to the county fairgrounds, Ain’t no other truck that’s wearin’ this crown. It ain't just metal, man, it’s a way of life, Cuts through the tension like a switchblade knife. Yeah, it drinks a little fuel, but it earns its keep, Secrets that the dashboard and I keep deep. It’s a country rap flow, 'bout that Ford 350. Two-ton of steel, built tough and nifty. Chrome is shinin', mud tires always grippin’. Haulin’ the hay, sippin’ on sweet tea sippin’. From the red dirt roads to the main highway line, That F-350 is a hell of a ride. Yeah. That’s the sound of power. Ford tough, baby. F-Series all day King of the dirt.
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Yeah, turn the dial to eleven, here’s a story from the sticks. About a blue oval beast that handles all the licks. Got an F-350, King Ranch trim, leather seats. Parked out by the barn where the corn meets the streets. Six-point-seven Power Stroke, diesel engine hummin'. Got that big boy torque, yeah, you know it’s always comin’. Twenty-inch rims shinin’ when the sun goes down. Biggest rig on four wheels in this whole damn town. It’s a country rap flow, 'bout that Ford 350. Two-ton of steel, built tough and nifty. Chrome is shinin', mud tires always grippin’. Haulin’ the hay, sippin’ on sweet tea sippin’. From the red dirt roads to the main highway line, That F-350 is a hell of a ride. Got the gooseneck hitched up, load is weighin’ four tons. Doesn't even squat, man, it just gets the job done. AC blowin’ cold, while the summer sun beats. Got my dog in the back, muddy paws on the mats. Backin’ up a trailer, yeah, I never even stumble. That big camera view makes me feel so humble. Got the LED lights cuttin’ through the midnight mist. If you need a tow, buddy, put me on your list. It’s a country rap flow, 'bout that Ford 350. Two-ton of steel, built tough and nifty. Chrome is shinin', mud tires always grippin’. Haulin’ the hay, sippin’ on sweet tea sippin’. From the red dirt roads to the main highway line, That F-350 is a hell of a ride. From the river bend to the county fairgrounds, Ain’t no other truck that’s wearin’ this crown. It ain't just metal, man, it’s a way of life, Cuts through the tension like a switchblade knife. Yeah, it drinks a little fuel, but it earns its keep, Secrets that the dashboard and I keep deep. It’s a country rap flow, 'bout that Ford 350. Two-ton of steel, built tough and nifty. Chrome is shinin', mud tires always grippin’. Haulin’ the hay, sippin’ on sweet tea sippin’. From the red dirt roads to the main highway line, That F-350 is a hell of a ride. Yeah. That’s the sound of power. Ford tough, baby. F-Series all day King of the dirt.