Real Tree Louis

I got that shine on my hook, that's a country boy suit

Showtime, get your popcorn and drink for the move

Wine glass with my pinky, I'm so bougi

High class in the sticks, it's the real tree blue

Clean it up (yeah yeah)

Clean it up

Clean it up (yeah yeah)

Clean it up

I'm cookin' dinosaur eggs on a blackstone

Politickin' with the president on my side phone

Elephant tusk, antenna in its half-tone

Tell your wife and kids set the table, baby, cause dad's home

I've been hot like 400 degrees

And still run with a couple of thieves

I said, shorty, wanna ride with a garage

Come and jump in the Jeep

It's trailer made real cheap, Louis covered in bleach

You ain't never seen no cracker with a swag like this

Country cracker and quick to get a bag like this

These ain't your daddy's boots, not to brag like this

Might walk a little funny, nuts drag like this

Mobbing off the port swing, nothing on white

But we still a home court team, bless that little port thing

I'd be mad too if I was them, but I'm not

Bitch, I'm him and they know

I got that shine on my hook, that's a country boy suit

Showtime, get your popcorn and drink for the move

Wine glass with my pinky, I'm so bougie

High class in the sticks, it's the real tree blue

Clean it up (yeah yeah)

Clean it up

Clean it up (yeah yeah)

Clean it up

I said I'm comin' out the sticks and I'm reppin' white Gucci

A valet on my back cause my life is like a movie

And coach around shit if he tryna talk to me

I heard it from a birdwood star like Snoopy

Boss of the heels, ain't no way you gettin' to me

A humble motherfucker on the dog like Rudy

A judge by my side, and I'ma be the jury

And ain't no way you seen us comin' in the camera

And you can catch me glidin' in the parking lot

With that PBR in the shoppin' car

Movin' like Jason in the Organize