Dirty Boys Lyrics

[Intro]
Let the BandPlay
I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit
(One time for the dirty boys)
Chatham County bitch!
(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I grew up on the old shit y'all already know this
I never thought somebody from my town would get noticed
Everybody try but eventually they all quit
And either went to college or they work up at the saw mill
Hip-hop country, how the f*ck you think I feel
Got people lookin' at me thinkin' that I'm not for real
Bitch, I got four wheels turned down four deals
Four good buddies, with the four blue flame steels
Redneck shit to the maximum
Shit, I'm tellin' my story just rappin' 'em
As a genre nobody can even fathom us
'Cause, it's three separate things just smashin' (What?)
A little bit of country, little bit of hip-hop
Little bit of rock at the bottom of the ridge top
White smokin' shit like I'm motherf*ckin' Ken Block
Holla watcha wanna, but I'm always makin' shit pop
RHEC until my motherf*ckin' heart stop
I say it 'cause I mean it 'til my motherf*ckin' heart stop
Redneck bone in a '89 rag top
Ya boy gettin' famous from a god dang laptop
Rollin', lookin' clean like a life-sized Matchbox
Ex girl, hit my line, turned into a missed call
You can call me Trump 'cause I'm buildin' me a big wall
Blockin' out you haters while I'm grabbin' on my white balls
[Chorus]
One time for the dirty boys
Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise
One time for the dirty boys
River rats lookin' nasty, smokin' all the joints
One time for the police
Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes tryin' to chase me
Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
Puffing on some green, bumpin' M.G.M.T. (Ha)

[Verse 2]
Every single person who ever told me that I couldn't
Gets a middle finger from me and callin' me when they shouldn't They're pushy and overlookin' but now I'm more than a rookie
And makin' my county noticed for somethin' other than druggies, yeah (Aww yeah)
Dixie Flag on the front porch (What?)
Country boy hotter than the tip of a damn blow torch
f*ck a Rolls Royce, I'd rather drive a Monte Carlo with a cowl induction hood boy (Hood boy)
I'm from the woods boy, rollin' in the woods toy
Talkin' slow and workin' ain't the only thing I'm good for
Tougher than an old Ford, quit sports, still score
Pickin' up the farmers daughter, freakin' on the front porch
Landscapin' shit while I'm rollin' up a whole log
Last day of senior year, shit, I was too gone
Knew I had to find myself off in this old world
And I was gonna yell it 'til a bunch of people all heard
Redneck spittin' blue flame with the pen though
Never had a bunch of friends, always had my kinfolk
Rollin' six deep in the F-150
I don't need an image, 'cause the image came natural
Small town shit till I don't breathe
A bunch of attention brother I don't need
A bunch of fake friends I don't seek
And money ain't about shit except for old greed
And I don't need a mansion by a big white beach
Gimme a f*ckin' double wide by an old-ass creek
This is how I was raised and I'll always be
Southside, Cheatham County, middle Tennessee
[Chorus]
One time for the dirty boys
Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise
One time for the dirty boys
River rats lookin' nasty, smokin' all the joints
One time for the police
Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes tryin' to chase me
Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
Puffing on some green, bumpin' M.G.M.T. (Ha)
One time for the dirty boys
One time for the dirty boys
Dirty Boys
One time for the dirty boys

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