Country shit

Let me tell you a'bout these old-school Chevys, Cadillacs, SS
Impalas
Your boys want some quarters, my boys want some keys
In Texas, we get that paper, can you haters say "cheese"?
10,000 watt amp, 2 15-inch kickers
My truck bumpin' like injecting ass-shots, like a stripper
No insurance on these whips, tags all outdated
I might not be shit to you, but my momma thinks I made it
We gon' ball 'til we fall, listen to me and remember what I tell yall

Let me tell you 'bout this super fly, dirty-dirty, third coast
Muddy water, shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna
Let me tell you 'bout this, old school, pourin' lean
Candied yams and collard greens, pocket fulla stones riding clean Let me tell you 'bout this country shit, country-country shit
Let me tell you 'bout this country shit, country-country shit
Let me tell you 'bout this country shit, country-country shit

Yeah let me tell, ya I’m that fella. Fuck with me they gonna smell ya.
We burn nothing but the best
Let me get this off my chest.
Country shit is what I’m bout now you wanna hear what that’s about
It’s about cowboy shit
But cowboys got gangsters too
Probably more gangster than most
Definitely more gangster than you.

Big tires ,box Chevy ,stacks blowing smoke. 
Windows down, bang banging, girls driven by wavin high my girl wonders why. I tell baby I’m fly on that country shit

Outlaw country, blues, male voice, blues acoustic guitar, gospel, soul