Lansky Tha Alpha Dog - Country Boy

Whoo shit, man this purple got me gone yo
And this moon shine, oh shit
Man I think it's about time I tell this cats exactly where I'm from
South Bound
I'm from the Midwest with Southern heart
A country boy from the start
A cracker dude with Southern swag
Puffing on that purple bag
Steak and shrimp, country swine
4-0-5, ya know that mine
2-5-6, country Bama
Rowdy boys up out the slammer
Redneck, watch yo' mouth
This shit here is there South
From the city to the sticks
A-T-L to the muddy Miss
Florida swamp, gator meat
Winding roads, gravel streets
Ham and grits, collard greens
Timbo boots, Levi jeans
Sweet taters, Mema's pie
Good 'ol boys, whiskey rye
Cold slaw, Southern drawl
Haters talk cause they know we ball
Shrug em' off and watch em' fall
This country boy is standing tall
Hustling crew, Dipping screw
Make that paper, that's what we do
Girls big, tea sweet
House shoes up on my feet
Bass hard, muddy talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
Trailer life, that Southern rap
Moon shine, county line
Smoking pine yea feeling fine
Smoking Sweets, high as fuck
Got that lean in styro-cups
Hella bombed yea hella buzzed
Country is what country does
Cold beer, food fried
Laid back, now that's the life
Chrome shined on 40 cals
Daisy Dukes on Southern gals
No Dad, I'm a college grad
I bust my ass for all I have
Mama raised, getting paid
Make my stacks till my grave
From the O, to the Bam
This shit here is for my fam
Mountain fog, howling dogs
Cold nights, burning logs
Around the fire, sipping beer
The fast life just isn't here
Forest greens, country scenes
Blue skies, Southern dreams
Blue Ridge, raise my kids
Different shit from what I did
Family trends, real friends
Down the road and around the bend
Mason jars, county bars
Moon shine, I'm seeing stars
Rocking chairs on porch decks
Highway 9, make a left
Country boy, that's right
Southern strife, now that's the life
Girls big, tea sweet
House shoes up on my feet
Bass hard, muddy talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
Trailer life, that Southern rap
Moon shine, county line
Smoking pine yea feeling fine
Smoking Sweets, high as fuck
Got that lean in styro-cups
Hella bombed yea hella buzzed
Country is what country does
Cold beer, food fried
Laid back, now that's the life
City days and country nights
A-U, Roll Tide
This Sooner boy is Bama bound
Fresh start, I like that sound
Boomer Sooner, I'll always be
Rep the O cause it's blessing me
But it's on to better things
A-T-L, clear the way
For Oak-C, till my death
Hate on that and catch a left
Corn mash up on my breath
Got ah Betty on my lap
Green leaf and Milo's tea
Oak-C, now that's my streets
Sooner Pride, Ford ride
24s, suicides
I'm a hustler boy to the core
I-240, West of Moore
But now it's time to spread out
South Bound, word of mouth
Pack the fam and move to Bam
Let em' know who I am
I'm a country boy, that's who I be
L-A-N to the SKY
Girls big, tea sweet
House shoes up on my feet
Bass hard, muddy talk
Pants sag, hustlers walk
Fishing poles, four by fours
Country fam, unlocked doors
Trees front, mountains back
Trailer life, that Southern rap
Moon shine, county line
Smoking pine yea feeling fine
Smoking Sweets, high as fuck
Got that lean in styro-cups
Hella bombed yea hella buzzed
Country is what country does
Cold beer, food fried
Laid back, now that's the life

Written by:
Charles Crofts

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