Hook]
Backwoods burninā, tires stay turninā
Moonshine sippinā, got the whole block learninā
12 gauge pop if the opps keep lurkinā
Hillbilly trap, yeah, the sticks stay workinā!
[Verse 1]
Creek water cold but the beer stay piss-warm
Runninā moonshine like itās part of the norm
Big-tittied baddie in my lap, too thick
Booty poppinā harder than my 808 k**k!
12-inch lift, sittinā tall like a steeple
Draco in the rack, let it sing like The Beatles
Sheriff on my a*s, but he slow like a turtle
B*** in the back tryna sip on some Purple!*
Bad lilā redbone, twerkinā on the tailgate
She just popped a bean, now she wetter than a damn lake
Backroad ridinā, trunk got the bass
If you aināt from here, better stay in your place!
[Hook]
(Repeat 2x)
[Verse 2]
Mama raised hell, but my daddy raised shotguns
Outlaw livinā, give a f** ābout a cop, son*
Rollinā up a log, I aināt talkinā ābout a backwood
Still keep a stick like Iām posted in the backwoods!
Red cup spillinā, white girl sniffinā
Thick blonde ridinā while the wheels still spinninā
A*s so fat, need a sign that say āWide Loadā
She donāt do love, but she ride like a psycho!
Bottles on bottles, the party donāt stop
Barefoot bes, they dance on the top
Shotgun shells in the mud by the lot
Hillbilly trap, we donāt f with the opps!*
[Hook]
(Repeat 2x)
[Verse 3 ā The Twist] (B**t slows, eerie guitar or piano comes in, deep 808s)
Blue lights flashinā, tires still burninā
Heart b**t loud, but my mind keep turninā
Last night a blur, got b***d on my boots
I donāt know his name, but I know that he s***t
Shawty in the backseat, eyes real low
She just seen death, now she donāt wanna go
Said we livinā fast, but we dyinā too slow
Devil in the rearview, tryna take hold
Runninā from the past, but the past run faster
Moonshine sippinā turn a saint to a bastard
Dirt road demons, aināt no ever after
Hillbilly trap, but the party end in caskets!
[Hook ā Fading Out]
(Repeat, but darker, more spaced out ad-libs: āYeahā¦ā āSkrrtā¦ā āGoneā¦ā āMud on my boots, b***ā¦ā)*