| Gold records |
| Not bad for a boy from Mississippi |
| Yeah, I could buy a Maybach |
| But I’m still in my F-150 |
| And my last name |
| Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it’d be |
| A lotta things changed |
| Except one thing, me |
| I’m still the same old redneck fuck, don’t give a damn |
| Ain’t afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram |
| Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house |
| Wall to wall and I still ain’t sold out |
| Wall to wall and I still ain’t sold out |
| Wall to wall and I still ain’t sold out |
| Yeah, middle finger to the sky, buddy that’s right |
| Had to sprinkle Dixie Crystal on my half-time (yeah) |
| Keep your in crowd, I’ll be the outcast |
| I’ll be country till I’m dead, that’s on my last name |
| My last name |
| Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it’d be |
| A lotta things changed |
| But if there’s something you should know about me |
| I’m still the same old redneck fuck, don’t give a damn |
| Ain’t afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram |
| Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house |
| Wall to wall and I still ain’t sold out |
| Wall to wall and I still ain’t sold out |
| Wall to wall and I still ain’t sold out |
| Middle finger to the sky till I’m gone and dead |
| .44 in the front for the copperheads |
| Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house |
| Wall to wall and I still ain’t sold out |
| Middle finger to the sky till I’m gone and dead |
| .44 in the front for the copperheads |
| Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house |
| Wall to wall and I still ain’t sold out |