Cowboy Firestorm

Yeah, we back in the dirt,

let's get it. (hahaha)

Red clay on my boots,

whiskey in my glass Talk that trash and I'mma put you on

your ass Got a flatbed rolling,

dirty southern style Spitting rapid-fire,

running miles and miles Yeah,

we dont give a damn about your city noise Just a bunch

of wild, backwood, rowdy boys So pour another shot,

crank the speakers loud No-good troublemakers,

making mama proud

(yeah, what!) We out here raising hell in the piney woods Doing

dirt like no one else's business should Got the bass bumping hard

in the pickup truck If you hate on how we live,

we don't give a fuck! (woo!)

Two lanes, midnight, running from the law Fastest spitting hillbilly that you

ever saw Got a pocket full of trouble and a mind to

fight Cussing out the sheriff

under starry light Yeah,

they want to lock me up,

put me in a cage But they can't stop the fire,

can't contain the rage Blowing through the red lights,

burning up the road

Spitting hot lead, loading up the code

We out here raising hell in the piney woods Doing dirt like

no one else's business should

Got the bass bumping hard in the pickup truck If you hate

on how we live,

we don't give a fuck!

(that's right)

Yeah,

they

say we talk too dirty Say we live too fast But we

don't care, we just laugh (hahaha)

Yeah, we're gonna build it up now!

Back on the grind,

we don't ever slow down

Realest motherfuckers in this godforsaken town Running through the swamp,

mud on the wheels

You don't know how this country lifestyle feels

So keep your opinion,

lock it in a chest

'Cause when we hit the mic,

we're the absolute best

(woo!) Let's ride!

We out here raising hell in the piney woods

Doing dirt like no one else's business should Got the bass bumping

hard in the pickup truck

If you hate on how we live,

we don't give a fuck! (yeah!)

Yeah, country till the end

Raising hell, doing it our way

(ahhhh) Yeah, we out.