Letras
(Yeah)
Redneck in the booth, holla of you, hear me now
Boom bap, track the trap, let go
Yo, she bounce for a dude with a man bun and green juice
Peer so quiet it sneaks up like a goose
But I'm out here grinding on my rusty old Massey
Hauling timber, spitting fire, never sassy
He got emojis, I got jerky in the cooler
He yoga pose in the mud like a fool, bruh
He sends cologne from some fancy boutique
Rack, mustache, danke, danke, patch grown full of tack
One hook, buzzer drop, pause and play dead quick
That's my signature, boy, country callin' real thick
My tractor's got bigger nuts than her new boyfriend got (just hangin' low)
Like a moonshine still pot
He flex yoga selfies, I flex these calloused paws (yeah)
But when the mud hits deep, who she call? Old Red, y'all! (Red)
Bigger nuts, boom bap, bigger nuts
Tractor swingin', heavy, boy, that's country trust (bigger nuts)
Than that city fool's got, hillbilly hip-hop, we runnin' this spot
He floats them beach pics, tan lines all pristine
I'm prime, buy some ham, sip and shine, so mean
His lungs weak from that clean air, nine cents
One whip from my danky heat, coughin' like a fan's pose
I text back, darlin', and slide on to the holla
Bring Febreze if you're scared, we lo' since last holla
He talks stocks and crypto, I talk chewing red man
Flood come, track the pool, that's the master plan
No gym membership, just lifting hay bales daily
My flows dirt road certified, never fail me
Now she misses the real grit, the backwoods life real
Textin' "Come save me" while I'm grilling road kill
Packin' ammo, girl, we out since the picnic last
But when you roll up, know the stanky-danky blast
My tractor's got bigger nuts than her new boyfriend got (just hangin' low)
Like a moonshine still pot
He flex yoga selfies, I flex these calloused paws (yeah)
But when the mud hits deep, who she call? Old Red, y'all! (Red)
Bigger nuts, boom bap, bigger nuts