Chrome badge shinin’ like he owns God’s land
Whole attitude screamin’ “boy, I’m the law of this sand”
But he ain’t huntin’ crime — he’s huntin’ easy meat
Like a single mom fishin’ just to make ends meet
Meanwhile his buddies got dogs runnin’ bear in the pines
Kill shots, tailgate blood, posted online
“Rack of the year, boys!” — captioned big and bold
Everybody sees it — but somehow nobody’s told
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Pre-Chorus
Rules only matter when they’re used like a boot
Stompin’ down the necks of folks who ain’t got loot
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Chorus
He picks LOW HANGIN’ FRUIT — like a coward, not a cop
Busted a kid for a worm on a hook — but his friends never stop
Shootin’ hogs, bears, bucks, filmin’ like a damn cartoon
No tag, no call, no fine, no knock —
Yeah, he picks LOW HANGIN’ FRUIT
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Verse 2
Scroll TikTok — there they are, laughin’ loud
Four hogs dead, boys rippin’ shots, whole damn crowd
Legal? Hell no. Ethical? Don’t make me laugh
But badge-boy don’t care — long as he’s on the path
I pull one trout past six cause it swallowed my
Lights flashin’ like I’m wanted for a federal crime
Feels like the woods ain’t free — they’re owned by who you know
Shake the right hand, drink the right beer — laws don’t ever show
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Pre-Chorus
Justice ain’t blind — she’s got her damn eyes wide
And she’s ridin’ shotgun in a lifted truck on the rich-boy side
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Chorus
He picks LOW HANGIN’ FRUIT — the poorest, quiet crowd
Writes tickets like trophies — like it makes him proud
But his boys wearing no orange shoot three bears — post it like a highlight reel
And nobody — nobody — even knocks on their door
Yeah, he picks LOW HANGIN’ FRUIT
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Bridge – Spoken, dripping sarcasm
Yeah, man…
Real impressive.
Walk right past a poacher with a spotlight
Just to cuff a 15 year-old
For fishin’ without a card.
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FINAL CHORUS – Screamed grit
Keep pickin’ LOW HANGIN’ FRUIT
But someday them roots gon’ rot
When the broke folks you bully finally take their shot
Yeah, the woods remember faces — and the river talks too
And someday that badge won’t save you
From the fruit you choose
