Where I am from

Blackwill where you from? ( you already know)

Bitch, I’m from the country—what ya know about that? ( hee haw)

Mud on my boots, snapback sittin' flat.

Truck bed throne, shotgun in the rack,

Where the girls are so sweet, but they bite right back.

Camo jeans, grease stains on my hands,

Bassline thumpin’, fish jumpin’ on the land.

Cornfield maze, got my whiskey in a jar,

Bonfire blaze, under 1000 country stars.

Knee-deep in dirt, but my style stays clean,

Gold tooth grin, John Deere green.

Hound dogs barkin’, four-wheelers hummin’,Chevy Truck dirty (dirty)

City slickers lost—better start runnin’.

Bitch, I’m from the country—what ya know about that? ( hee haw)

Moonshine sippin’, sittin’ fat on the flat.

Backwoods vibe, where the skyline cracks,

And the girls so sweet, but they bite right back.

Barnyard beats, roosters in the mix,

Haystack throne, call me Country Slick.

Old rope swing hangin’ off the oak,

We ain't rich, but we rich in the smoke.

Raised on grits, bacon, eggs, and homemade biscuits, mama cooked with pride,

Hand-me-down box chevy two done color , mud flaps, and it drives just right.

ATVs roaring, dust clouds in my wake,

County line living, put respect on my plate.

Bitch, I’m from the country—what ya know about that? ( hee haw)

Mud on my boots, snapback sittin' flat.

Truck bed throne, shotgun in the rack,

Where the girls are so sweet, but they bite right back

This a country boy swag production

Bitch, I’m from the country—what ya know about that? ( hee haw)