5am (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Church
I'm about to drop Chicken Willie on y'all son
Bet, redneck sh*t

[Verse 1]
Came up in the scene, f*ck everybody attitude
Struttin' on the red carpet, rockin' rugged muddy boots
My attitude is short fuse, that Jack D gets me loose
And I always got some crackers round ain't scared of bein' on the news
I'm cold, sh*t they know my style is dangerous
I'm hotter than a radiator leakin' like a sum'b*tch
Got plenty people tryna make me deals down on Music Row
But I ain't down for all that sh*t and not about to sell my soul
Ha, I'm Elvis Presley of the hick stage
Catch me takin' pictures with some b*tches wrapped around my legs
Yeah, and I stay pullin' up in ratchet whips
Got Ford's that look like monster trucks and Chevrolet's that drag the strip
I'm covered up with tattoos and I hang around them good ole boys
That love being bad news, strapped up with them Tonka toys
Backseat got an AR, my glove box got a box of brass
My cell phone given contacts, that would love to come and whoop your ass

[Chorus]
My woods ain't safe for you fake ass b*tches
I came from them rags with more ammo than the richest
All my Dixieland sh*t daddy didn't wear no britches
f*ck around with my family get left up in them ditches b*tch
[Verse 2]
Son, my style is dirty like my workin' hands
Before I worked construction stackin' money in my dirty pants
Don't tell me 'bout no work 'cause I'm a f*ckin' workaholic
Backwoods as a power glide so I guess that's why I'm buzzin'
(Hahahaha, ain't nobody gonna understand that metaphor unless they're actually from the f*ckin' backwoods)
I got so many fans that I'm literally just blown away
Every time I have a show tornadoes start to come my way
I'm all over the place like my steerin' wheel got a bunch of play
And b*tch I'll run you over like my viral video the other day

[Bridge]
Hahaha
Chicken Willie comin' out y'all really soon
Y'all gonna love it
All the haters gonna hate it
f*ck 'em
Go for it

[Chorus]
My-my-my woods ain't safe for you fake ass b*tches
I came from them rags with more ammo than the richest
All my Dixieland sh*t daddy didn't wear no britches
f*ck around with my family get left up in them ditches b*tch
My-my-my woods ain't safe for you fake ass b*tches
I came from them rags with more ammo than the richest
All my Dixieland sh*t daddy didn't wear no britches
f*ck around with my family get left up in them ditches b*tch