[Intro – holler like you’re callin’ hounds] Yee-haw! Crank that fiddle, drop that bass low Camo queens in the house, let the tailgate glow From the deer stand to the kitchen, they run this show Real American dream, baby—watch ’em go! [Chorus] Camo queens shakin’ that rump, rump, rump! Cookin’ biscuits, cleanin’ house, then they make you jump! Got that .308 on the rack, supper on the stove Suck that freedom pipe, livin’ how the heartland rolls Rump shakin’ barn burner, fire in the pines Camo queens worldwide—hell yeah, that’s the grind! From Arkansas mud to Texas wide-open plains They cook, they clean, they twerk—God bless the U.S.A. chains! [Verse 1] She up at dawn, fryin’ bacon in them cut-off jeans Camo bikini top, hair in a messy queen scene Scrubbin’ floors with one hand, AR in the other Holler if you see trouble—she’ll handle like her mother Garden out back growin’ taters, tomatoes red But when the sun drops low, she flips that ponytail dead Booty poppin’ to some Colt Ford, drop it like a deer lease Real women multi-task—dinner, dishes, and the release! [Chorus] Camo queens shakin’ that rump, rump, rump! Cookin’ biscuits, cleanin’ house, then they make you jump! Got that .308 on the rack, supper on the stove Suck that freedom pipe, livin’ how the heartland rolls Rump shakin’ barn burner, fire in the pines Camo queens worldwide—hell yeah, that’s the grind! [Verse 2] She field-dress a buck faster than you can say grace Then slide in the kitchen, put a whoopin’ on them taters’ face Apron tied tight over them curves so mean But when the boys roll up, she turn into a twerk machine Hands on them knees, drop it low by the bonfire light Mud on her boots, shine in her eyes—pure dynamite Cook clean provide, then ride like it’s opening day American as apple pie and a .45 mag spray! [Bridge – slow it down, then build] They ain’t on Insta posin’—they out here livin’ raw Hunt, fish, raise hell, breakin’ every city law From Johnson County backroads to them holler hollers wide Camo queens forever—patriotic country pride! [Final Chorus – double-time, yell it] Camo queens shakin’ that rump, rump, RUMP! Cookin’, cleanin’, then they make a grown man jump! Suck that liberty slow, make the eagle scream Real American dream—livin’ that redneck supreme! Barn burner, tailgate turner, heartland thunder Camo queens run the world—yo, steal that thunder! Yee-haw! Drop it low, girls—let the good times roll Camo queens worldwide… God bless your soul! [Fade out with banjo twang + 808 thump. Crank it at the next bonfire. 🇺🇸]w

Camo Queens