Backroad Bandit

Yeah

Backroad bandit

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Talk that shit, boy

I’m a backroad bandit, talk big shit

Mud on my boots, got a mean-ass grit

Truck too loud, whole town get lit

If you don’t like cussin’, you can suck my—

Backroad bandit, wrong one to test

Hat low, chain on, middle finger to the rest

Whole crew rowdy, we a goddamn mess

If you feel this vibe, scream “fuck that stress”

Got a dip in my lip, bad bitch in the cab

She don’t even like rap, but she love when I brag

“Boy you talk too dirty” — yeah, that’s my bag

Turned Sunday service to a redneck stag

I got raised on church, then I learned them sins

Now I pray for the day that the check roll in

Say “bless your heart” then I cuss yo’ kin

I’m the shit-talk king with a whiskey grin

Dust on the dash, but the speakers slammin

Sheriff ride past, I’m still out here jammin

He say "slow down" — kiss my ass, I’m laughin

Small-town boy with a big-mouth cannon

I’m a backroad bandit, talk big shit

Mud on my boots, got a mean-ass grit

Truck too loud, whole town get lit

If you don’t like cussin’, you can suck my—

Backroad bandit, wrong one to test

Hat low, chain on, middle finger to the rest

Whole crew rowdy, we a goddamn mess

If you feel this vibe, scream “fuck that stress”

I say “hell yeah” more than I say “hi”

If you mad ‘bout words, you can step outside

Got a foul-ass mouth and I stand on that

If the label want it clean, they can kiss my tat

I’m the porch-swing poet with a bar fight tongue

Put a line in your face like a barcode run

Got your girl in the cut yellin “that’s my song”

While you mad in the corner with your arms all crossed

I don’t fake one thing, don’t bleep no curse

If it hurts your feels, then I’ll make it worse

I was broke in the sticks tryna flip that dirt

Now I flex in the field like I own this earth

I’m a backroad bandit, talk big shit

Mud on my boots, got a mean-ass grit

Truck too loud, whole town get lit

If you don’t like cussin’, you can suck my—

Backroad bandit, wrong one to test

Hat low, chain on, middle finger to the rest

Whole crew rowdy, we a goddamn mess

If you feel this vibe, scream “fuck that stress”