Croc Walkin’ and Booty Talkin’

Mud on the soles, gator teeth in my grin,

Camo pants saggin’, let the swamp life begin.

Banjo pluckin’ like a trigger 'bout to pop,

Moonshine sippin’, make the beat go drop.

Boot stomp heavy, like a big ol' Chevy,

Croc’s on my feet, swamp drip stay steady.

She got a caboose, bigger than the bayou,

Bounce so wild, had to say, "I spy you."

Croc walkin’, booty talkin’,

Swamp boys out here, no stoppin’.

Big belt buckle, attitude rotten,

Gator life deep, never forgotten.

Spurs on my boots, spin the block on a tractor,

Wranglin’ beats like I’m huntin’ for a raptor.

Her jeans so tight, call ‘em boa constrictor,

She turn around slow, snap quick like a picture.

Shotgun flow, buck wild with the cadence,

Bayou-born bars, no city limitations.

Croc scales shinin’, gold tooth smilin’,

Booty like a mountain, girl, I’m climbin’.

Backwoods bounce, with the bassline dirty,

Wrasslin’ gators since the age of thirty.

She said, "You talk slick, but can you keep pace?"

I said, "Girl, watch my crocs, let me show you this race."