I don't drive no truck if it's way too clean
I don't ride around the city with security on me
I don't cross no lines unless you treadin' on me
I'm a backwoods baby dirt is all that I need
I don't drive no truck if it's way too clean
I don't ride around the city with security on me
I don't cross no lines unless you treadin' on me
I'm a backwoods baby dirt is all that I need
I'm a redneck white trash now they want my autograph
When I rap about my path and now I'm on my path the same as that
Cracker is cracker does with the rebels in my blood
Always been a country boy at heart cause that's where all my family at
Holler boy from the start I never had a push to start
I started saving dollars up so I could get my rusty parts
I started rusty at first but never gave up on the art
I never gave up on my dreams and now I'm bumpin' in the cars
Work of art square body Chevy black paint
Nothing heavy chromed out wheels with the smoke around the tires heading
Down south ripped seats mud is underneath the feet
I say I got a heavy foot cause nobody is catching me
I put the pedal to the metal cause my core is bulletproof to last
No bullets that can shatter me I'm in too deep like staining glass
I call it work of art cause every track I lay has been a lap
First place never late and no one's ever taking that
I don't drive no truck if it's way too clean
I don't ride around the city with security on me
I don't cross no lines unless you treadin' on me
I'm a backwoods baby dirt is all that I need
I don't drive no truck if it's way too clean
I don't ride around the city with security on me
I don't cross no lines unless you treadin' on me
I'm a backwoods baby and it's all that I need