340 Finest Dog Patch Hustle

[Intro] (Heavy bass, distorted banjo riff, engine revving) Yeah... Big J's kitchen... Dog Patch after dark... Where the 340 meets the devil's business... F**k the law, let's ride... [Verse 1] Rollin' down the 340, sun bleached and cracked Dog Patch territory, ain't no turnin' back Got a trunk fulla mason jars, shinin' in the heat Big J's Finest Vodka, pure Appalachian b**t Copper coil twistin', steam risin' in the shack Makin' that moonshine magic, yeah, we handle that F**k the ATF man, they can suck my dick While me and my homies light another fat a*s spliff Seven-gram jars packed with that sticky green Live resin diamonds, fuckin' potent, fuckin' mean Native smokes on deck, tax-free, movin' fast Got that corner locked down, make that green cash last Sixty dollar ounces, best bud in the Patch Make your fuckin' headache vanish, light another match [Chorus] 340 Finest, yeah, we runnin' shit! Dog Patch outlaws, never takin' hits! (F**k no!) Sellin' smoke and liquor, f**k the man's decree! Big J's countin' paper, livin' wild and free! (Let's go!) [Verse 2] Big J ain't just cookin', he's got other fuckin' skills Doin' taxes for a price, payin' people's bills Got the numbers game tight, keepin' shit discreet Helpin' homies dodge the heat, stayin' off the street Now Harry and that Chance, got a brand new fuckin' plan Skippin' state lines, fuckin' lobster in the van Shippin' that cold crustacean straight across the sea To China's hungry market, makin' that big G F**k the FDA, f**k the border too We got Dog Patch hustle, know just what to do Sell it all, liquor, smoke, and seafood rare Livin' like damn pirates, breathin' outlaw air And yeah, Big J got eyes for Ray Anne, lookin' fine Chance's fuckin' niece, yeah, she blowin' up his mind Uncle Billy's daughter, yeah, he plannin' out the night Gonna make that move soon, under pale moonlight [Chorus] 340 Finest, yeah, we runnin' shit! Dog Patch outlaws, never takin' hits! (Hell nah!) Sellin' smoke and liquor, f**k the man's decree! Big J's countin' paper, livin' wild and free! (Count it!) [Verse 3] Got the natives smokin', got the whites sippin' clear Got the weed so potent, fuckin' conquerin' fear Got the lobster swimmin' towards a foreign shore Got Big J schemin', wanna fuckin' even more Ray Anne on his radar, yeah, he's fixin' for that prize Gonna show her Dog Patch lovin', lookin' in her eyes F**k the consequences, f**k the family ties Gonna make that connection underneath these skies While Chance and Harry loadin', countin' stacks of cash Big J's runnin' numbers, makin' his own splash This whole damn operation built on sweat and sin 340 highway, where the outlaws fuckin' win [Outro] (Music fades with engine revving, clinking jars, lighter flick) Yeah... Big J's Finest... Dog Patch forever... Sell it all... F**k 'em... Smoke 'em out... 340... 'Til the wheels fall off...