Buckshot & Bass Drops

[Intro]
Backroad blazing
Mud on the paint
Hands in the air
Pray, then we ain’t faint (hey!)
[Verse 1]
Shotgun riding in the gun rack
Handgun tucked by the floor mat
Camo hat low, where the cows at
Dirt bike roost, leave a brown cloud, fall back
Big truck growl where the creek bends
Steel toe boots in the deep pens
Sun up, sun down with my real friends
Blood, sweat, land – that’s a life we don’t pretend
RIP Chuck, yeah, legend in the sky
Roundhouse dreams when we step outside
Heaven on my mind, but I still wanna ride
Every mile I drive, keep the fam by my side (yeah)
[Chorus]
Buckshot & bass drops, that’s my hymn
Cross on my neck, got a stain on the brim
Country in my veins, beat loud in the rim
God and my people, I ride for them
Big truck, big faith, big noise (skrrt)
Hay field halo for the homegrown boys
Hands up high when the chorus deploys
Buckshot & bass drops, that’s my joy
[Verse 2]
Fence line long like the nights get
Stars so bright you can’t hide stress
Granddad’s Bible on the dash, yeah, I’m blessed
Still hit the gas, kick dirt on the stress
Cattle gate swing, that’s my front door
Grill still warm from the day before
We talk grace, we talk war
But we always thank God ‘fore we ask for more (amen)
Country livin’ with a hard knock twist
EDM flash in the farm boy fist
Trap in the trunk when the tires hit grit
If it’s love or the smoke, we commit, we commit
[Chorus]
Buckshot & bass drops, that’s my hymn
Cross on my neck, got a stain on the brim
Country in my veins, beat loud in the rim
God and my people, I ride for them
Big truck, big faith, big noise (woo)
Hay field halo for the homegrown boys
Hands up high when the chorus deploys
Buckshot & bass drops, that’s my joy
[Bridge]
From the red clay roads to the stage lights
Same hard prayers on the late nights
If I leave this world on a dirt bike
Tell ‘em I went home in a blaze, right? (yeah)
[Chorus]
Buckshot & bass drops, that’s my hymn
Cross on my neck, got a stain on the brim
Country in my veins, beat loud in the rim
God and my people, I ride for them
Big truck, big faith, big noise
Hay field halo for the homegrown boys
Hands up high when the chorus deploys
Buckshot & bass drops, that’s my joy

rap, High-energy country-trap banger with male vocals; twangy guitar lick looping over booming sub and skittering hi-hats. Verses ride a swaggering trap pocket with tight ad-libs, chorus explodes with gang shouts and bright EDM-style synth stabs. 808s hit hard, kick and snare upfront; hook built for crowd chants and festival stages., country, hip hop, edm