[Verse 1]
Backroads dirty with the pine trees leanin’,
Rusty 12 gauge in the truck still gleamin’,
Meth bag bust on the floorboard reekin’,
County line hot, sheriff lights still creepin’,
Cash in the Folgers can, pistol in the shoebox,
Junkies at the window, knockin’ for the blue rocks,
Diesel on my jeans, cocaine in my jawline,
Small-town trap, where the reaper do the hard time.
[Hook]
Trailer park drill, we don’t talk, we just load up,
Muddy boots stomp, in the sticks, get your soul cut,
Town too small, but the dope keep it growin’,
Everybody strapped, in the dark, we ain’t showin’,
Trailer park drill, meth smoke in the air vent,
Country boy slang with a g*n, leave a man bent,
Whip through the dirt roads, money in the backpack,
Dopehouse lit — one call, get your head cracked.
[Verse 2]
Shawty cookin’ powder on the stove with the window closed,
AK in the corner, got the drum, let the trigger go,
Backwoods cold, but the block stay burnin’ hot,
Fiends lined up, whole town on a dirty knot,
Hood don’t sleep, just dogs barkin’ in the distance,
Cash flip quick when the law ain’t in the business,
Rust belt grind with the southside cadence,
Dope run heavy, ain’t nobody finna save us.
[Verse 3 ]
Camo mask on, ski goggles with the dust fog,
Handgun dirty, took a body in the corn log,
Lean in my cup, meth smoke in my chest plate,
County jail threats, but the bond get the rest straight,
Shotgun shells on the counter by the propane,
Plug out west, drop a load on the slow train,
Diesel in the veins and the stick got a switch now,
Backwoods Burlap — get laid in a ditch now.
[Bridge]
Out in the sticks where the killers don’t rap much,
They just pull steel, pop pills, keep the strap tucked,
Diesel in the veins, and the dope in the lunchbox,
Burlap name ring bells at the truck stop.