Country Boy Style

Riding down a backstreet, windows down

Big truck, that country boy style

Hit the boulevard with the radio loud

Walk and talk like I'm running this town

I'm riding down a backstreet, windows down

In my, big truck, that country boy style

Hit the boulevard with the radio up loud

I'ma walk and talk like I'm running this town

Riding down a backstreet

Roaches in the ashtray, yeah

Livin' in the fast lane (livin' in the fast lane)

Buying booze with the loose change

(Buying booze with the loose change)

Got your hair in the wind

And you're lookin' for a friend, let's hit this gin up again

Got a beer in her hand, and she loves rock bands

Rock-a-zam, rock-a-zam

Riding down a backstreet, windows down

In my, big truck, that country boy style

Hit the boulevard with the radio up loud

I'ma walk and talk like I'm running this town

I'm walking tall with them big balls

'Cause I run the town, 'cause I shut it down

You the old boy from the backwoods

Fill an ounce of pine with a fifth of crown

Got a big ol' truck and it's jacked up

You'll hear her scream when I kick it down

Bruise the tail from the backside

These country parts, we gets down

I'm riding down a back road

Chewing on a chow

Middle finger out the window

Watching for the law

I went from having nothing

Now, I'm learning how to ball

If I want it, I'm gonna go and get

I'm an outlaw

Outlaw like John Gotti

Give him a country boy and I keep shining

Get a pistol pump, then a knee slump

They'll be in the swamps for the right price

Then change the channel, I'ma make it great

Like my name Trump, but I think fast

I run the town, these rest trash

And that, little buddy, is a fact, Jack

Riding down a backstreet, windows down

Big truck, that country boy style

Hit the boulevard with the radio loud

Walk and talk like I'm running this town

I'm riding down a backstreet, windows down

In my, big truck, that country boy style

Hit the boulevard with the radio loud

I'ma walk and talk like I'm running this town