The Rustler

(yeah) (uh-huh) Dirt roads and concrete lanes we run Got a Southern drawl but

we shoot like a gun From the backwoods block to the project

lines Spitting double-time bars on the dollar signs No breath no breaks

when the engine starts We got country soul with some city parts

Dust on the tires and the rims stay clean Meanest country boy

that you ever seen

Country boys in the hood yeah we ride on the track

With the heavy bass beating we ain't turning back

We got the mud on the boots and the gold on the

teeth With the pine trees above and the concrete beneath No stopping

the grind we just double the pace Got the country grit matching

the sub in your face

Got the moonshine jar in the back of the whip Click-clack on

the porch with a clip on the hip We don't talk we

just walk through the swamp and the street Keeping it moving to

the heavy-ass beat Two-step in the club with a bottle of jack

Put the country on the map and the hood on my back

Every single syllable is locked in the groove Watch the whole crowd

move when we make the room shake

Country boys in the hood yeah we ride on the track

With the heavy bass beating we ain't turning back

We got the mud on the boots and the gold on the

teeth With the pine trees above and the concrete beneath No stopping

the grind we just double the pace Got the country grit matching

the sub in your face

Yeah we gone (uh-huh)

Just like that