Awwnaw Awnaw hell naw man Y'all went up and done it Awnaw hell naw boy Y'all went up and done it Awnaw hell naw man Y'all went up and done it Y'all went up and done it man Y'all went up and done it My first song was like forty eight bars with no hook You hear me flipping through my pages out my favorite notebook The microphone was in the closet What No headphones we lost it Niggas scared to get some water roaches hanging over the faucets No AC Tez'll break a sweat just trying to make beats E Dubz was being a hustler Heeeyy man All play flirting all his customers and flat broke Nappy smoking blacks out on the back po'ch I'm thinking I got everything a country boy can ask for Now what we do to get here Say dat boy Lay it down and bring it to ya raw Say dat boy Hey now we hurt some suffered for more takes what we work for Hated for for the cussing but the hatred it made us cuss more Held on but it was hard stepped up took charge Ran through what we scared up but what was we afraid for Look what we made of heart that what made us
Being here is alright but must believe we won't fall Them country boys on the rise With them big fat wheels on the side Peep the vertical grills on the ride
And aw awww awww awwwww Them country boys Awnaw hell naw man Y'all went up and done it Awnaw hell naw boy Y'all went up and done it Awnaw hell naw man Y'all went up and done it Y'all went up and done it man Y'all went up and done it man My ni**a we hogwild bet that from that roota to that toota file Hell naw them country boys ain't headed south for six miles Kentucky mud them kinfolk twankies with them hundred spokes Skullied on that front po'ch plus you know they got 'dro Seventy nine coupe DeVille vertical Caddy grill Interstate 65 heading down to Cashville Glass filled to the tippy top back seat Benz Spent my last cent on the rent left with pocket lints A damn shame gotta grind anythang and everythang Jimmy Crack Corn cross the county line with Mary Jane A long time a gravel road to cash and fame and sold my soul To Hell and back and back and forth with same jeans and nappy 'fro I might hop off the Harley smoke mine like Bob Marley Not parties with shorties walling like they swallowing Bacardi Them butter skin Prophit gotta like them Understand you 'bout to lose ya life f**king with theeemm Them country boys on the rise With them big fat wheels on the side Peep the vertical grill on the ride And aw awww awww awwwww Awnaw hell naw man Y'all went up and done it Awnaw hell naw boy Y'all went up and done it Awnaw hell naw man Y'all went up and done it And awwwwwwww Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical grill
And awwwwwwww
Them country boys on the ride With them big fat wheels on the side Peep the vertical grill on the ride And aw awww awww awwwww Them country boys
