Junk Yard

We be rollin' like 35s in the mud

Yeah, we got it out the bottom, now they makin' a fuss

They love that low end when that bassline thump

You can hear it when it drop, come and get you some

We some mud dogs

I know y'all lookin' for the bars like a pub crawl

We gon' chew up the sticks like a buzz saw

We from the land of throwaways where they dump y'all

Welcome to the junkyard

Yeah, we be ridin' on them buggies like a toddler at the Piggly Wiggly

Might be bumpin' Lil Baby, but baby, they some hillbillies

My people need some shine, you tryna pull the blinds closed

We backwoods and by the code

Straight up, how them Georgia pines grow

Them silver spoons y'all born with, they not none here

We got it out the bottom hole same way we shotgun beer

This that rot gut here, we ain't no champagne drinkers

We decompress out in the cabins like some airplane features

I been movin' through the city with a pocket full of stones

Twenty-four pack Bud Light, ice cold throne

Liquor bottle keep callin' me, leave me alone

Twelve steps down the road, I'm gone

I'm that junkyard dog, might just run y'all off

Keep talkin', catch these paws upside your jaw

Thirty-fives on the Silverado, I'm drownin' in a bottle

I got a demon in my cup, I'm livin' full throttle

We be rollin' like 35s in the mud

Yeah, we got it out the bottom, now they makin' a fuss

They love that low end when that bassline thump

You can hear it when it drop, come and get you some

We some mud dogs

I know y'all lookin' for the bars like a pub crawl

We gon' chew up the sticks like a buzz saw

We from the land of throwaways where they dump y'all

Welcome to the junkyard

That liquor got you feelin' ballsy, AA should be your new wave

'Cause today you walked into the yard of Mr. 2A

Push my buttons, thing on my hip, it ain't no two-way

Rounds to your toupee, more shots than 2K

Got my Harley dent your head, flip a coin, I get two face

I get him cooked, crackin' his egg, he order soufflé

Get a drink, catch a breath, get a rack like I'm Boucher

That Sig kickin' harder than the bass, call it Liu Kang

Beware of dog, you see the sign? Well, I'm the one they talkin' 'bout

Make her walk up in this bitch, but

When they leave, we gon' toss 'em out

I prefer the confrontation, y'all speakin' more than consultations

Y'all words fall on deaf ears, I ain't hearin' what you talkin' 'bout

I'ma spin 'em like a DJ, my uncle finna walk 'em out

A rabid pit bull off the leash, you can't calm him down

Talk tough, I buy the bar, I'ma get 'em all a round

And you can bet I'm bondin' out and let 'em know that we

We be rollin' like 35s in the mud

Yeah, we got it out the bottom, now they makin' a fuss

They love that low end when that bassline thump

You can hear it when it drop, come and get you some

We some mud dogs

I know y'all lookin' for the bars like a pub crawl

We gon' chew up the sticks like a buzz saw

We from the land of throwaways where they dump y'all

Welcome to the junkyard