Country Like That

Church

Motherfucker

Whoo!

I'ma keep it a buck, I feel like a uncle now

32 years old, still holding this whole country down

You coat-tail ride in every picture I'll be cropping out

Only legendary status chilling at my fucking house

Keys to every ride in case my partners wanna ride around

If they get pulled over, I call the mayor of my town

On my Cheatham County shit, knock dust off bottles

Only whiskey I'll be having is attachments on my throttle

I'm a one-wheel wonder, rider of the thunder

Black on black Johnny Cash 'cause I'm that motherfucker

Don't think about touching on my cowboy hat

Don't be looking at my woman when you sipping on that

Don't be leaning on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch

Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch

Motherfucker, you ain't country like that

Motherfucker, you ain't country like that

Redneck ain't a style, somewhere they got confused

I'll be stumbling down the strip and escaping green rooms

In the alley, no boots, denim on, denim too

Shooting birds at the tourists, what the fuck you gon' do?

Huckleberry Finn always coming with the win

Running with the wind, lady hanging on me, honeysuckle skin

We ain't taking no Lyft, Silverado not for sale

Michelangelo in consoles are rolling big shells

Duramax up in the Swisher so you know the smoke loud

If I show up to the party, come in with a smoke cloud

Redneck blue collar and I keep that thing popped

Southern comfort in an eight-foot bed when the gate drops

Wish a motherfucker would, grab an axe and get chopped

I'll be in the trees like cedar when it's stacked up

Don't think about touching on my cowboy hat

Don't be looking at my woman when you sipping on that

Don't be leaning on my truck 'cause your jeans gon' scratch

Dirt roads on lock, no cattle gate latch

Motherfucker, you ain't country like that

Motherfucker, you ain't country like that

I got no point to prove, but I got a point to prove