[Hook] Yeah, I’m throwed off, It ain’t about the money I’ma blow it all I made my own lane Let’s roll! Let’s roll! Yeah, I’m going off Ain’t got a whole lot But I’ma show it off Better recognize game Let’s roll! Let’s roll!
[Verse 1] Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall Country folks all around How I was raised, 808 drums quake and they shake that Box ‘88 And the dope boys’ hotter than Hell’s gate, but I, Still in the shade, with a fold out chair and a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate A-L-A–B-A-M-A, I’m off, I might pee in a lake I might go to Talladega and see me a race And bring me a case Yeah, I’m bringing a case, I’m getting throwed off
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[Verse 2] And I’m all the way throwed off Z-71 take the bow off Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet Mohawk With a bright orange hat and a bat underneath that Chevy seat Yea buddy might go off, split you like a bowling ball Spit to you in my overalls Home of the Gummo Gotta couple a' folks that'll do it to you for the hundo And when them elephant feet rumble That Dixie cups gonna fall out of the console You don't wanna have a convo And not understand that ‘Bama slanguage like "Holler" and "ain’t it", but I come to paint So you won’t get throwed off
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[Verse 3] I’m just a kid that rocks I’m just a boy with a dream That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks Used to keep a 22 in a shoe box Now I bang Beretta She’s twenty-two but I keep her in a tube top White trash and all Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off like How the fuck did I get a catalog With more hits than a fuckin’ jack hammer dog Cause I planned it all Crimson Tide standing tall Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball Fuck around and I’m goin’ off and I’m getting throwed off