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[Intro] Let the BandPlay I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit (One time for the dirty boys) Chatham County bitch! (Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1] Yeah, I grew up on the old shit y'all already know this I never thought somebody from my town would get noticed Everybody try but eventually they all quit And either went to college or they work up at the saw mill Hip-hop country, how the fuck you think I feel Got people looking at me thinking that I'm not for real Bitch, I got four wheels turned down four deals Four good buddies, with the four blue flame steels Redneck shit to the maximum Shit, I'm telling my story just rappin' 'em As I join in nobody can even fathom us 'Cause, it's three separate things just smashing (What?) A little bit of country, little bit of hip-hop Little bit of rock at the bottom of the ridge top White smoking shit like I'm motherfucking Ken Block Holla whatchya wanna, but I'm always making shit pop RHEC until my motherfucking heart stop I say it 'cause I mean it till my motherfucking heart stop Redneck bone in a 89 rag top Ya boy getting famous from a god dang laptop Rolling, looking clean like a life-sized matchbox Ex girl, hit my line, turned into a missed call You can call me Trump 'cause I'm building me a big wall Blocking out you haters while I'm grabbing on my white balls [Chorus] One time for the dirty boys Loud square bodies out making all the noise One time for the dirty boys River rats looking nasty, smoking all the joints One time for the police Always busting parties and the rent checks trying to chase me Mustang GT, hippie chick with me Puffing on some green, bumping M.G.M.T. (Ha) [Verse 2] Every single person who ever told me that I couldn't Gets a middle finger from me and calling me when they shouldn't They're pushy and overlooking but now I'm more than a rookie And making my county noticed for something other than druggies (Aww yeah) Dixie Flag on the front porch (What?) 'Cause, your boy hotter than the tip of a damn blow torch Fuck a Rolls Royce, I'd rather drive A Monte Carlo with a cowl induction hood boy (Hood boy) I'm from the woods boy, rolling in the woods toy Talking slow and working ain't the only thing I'm good for Tougher than an old Ford, quiz sports, still score Picking up the farmers daughter, freaking on the front porch Parents talking shit while I'm rolling up a whole log Last day of senior year, shit, I was too gone Knew I had to find myself off in this old world And I was gonna yell it till a bunch of people all heard Redneck spitting blue flame with the pen though Never had a bunch of friends, always had my kin folk Rolling six deep in the F-150 I don't need an image, 'cause the image came natural Small town shit till I don't breathe A bunch of attention brother I don't need A bunch of fake friends I don't seek And money ain't about shit, except for old greed And I don't need a mansion by a big white beach Gimme a fucking double wide by an old-ass creek This is how I was raised and I'll always be South side, Cheatham County, middle Tennessee [Chorus] One time for the dirty boys Loud square bodies out making all the noise One time for the dirty boys River rats looking nasty, smoking all the joints One time for the police Always busting parties and the rent checks trying to chase me Mustang GT, hippie chick with me Puffing on some green, bumping M.G.M.T. (Ha) One time for the dirty boys One time for the dirty boys Dirty Boys One time for the dirty boys
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