country wreck

from mud holes , deep in the river bottems ,them problems everybody know we gotem,its them county boiz ,caint nobody stopem,an fine hoes know they be bopin,slow ya roll, no, stopin not an option,cooler just swishin an swashin, no other choice when ya comin out the bottems,see a big buck, gotta dropem,neven been real an ya, steady flip floppin, man fuck tha dumb shit i just keep it 💯 early in the morning we about to go huntin come afternoon we drinkin by 2 an stayin steady blunted,what ya wanna do , come get it from me,member being bummy stomach empty an hungry makin ends meet when ya living in the country, sometime just to eat we might be killin bunnies a rock in a hard place yeah thats a tuffy , steak thu ya heart just call me buffy,need a good hook call my buddy duffy,i wish i was that lucky,now days everbody trust me,but there was a time didnt everybody luv me, doin what i have ta to stay real in tha game, drive in on my tracka ,drinkin on a shasta, country boi redneck straight bastard come thru get drunk get cruk plasterd grab tha mic wreck it just straight crasher ,on tha run, yeah probably from tha law,but not from no punk with a gun hell naw, better off if you use a damn scare crow, on my road all alone,bet ya dont dare go, kill ya right here and burry i right over there yo,sickness with the quickness down here in the woods