Don't Tread on Me

Man from the city tryna take my rifle
But there's somethin' that he needs to understand
Second Amendment's only second to the Bible
He'll have to pull it out of my dead hands

Yeah, he can have opinions
I don't have to agree with 'em
Ain't nothin' wrong with me and him bein' different
Oh, no-no, but I think that he should know-know-know
How I roll

I'm a survivor, you're damn right I'm a fighter
I'm a big buck skinnin', trot line riggin' Hank Jr. disciple
So don't you be offended, what granddaddy defended
This flag I'm wavin' says I'm stayin' free
Don't tread on me, no
Don't tread on me, no

Man from the city tryna take my corn field
Turn it into a big high rise
Make a buck, make some dough on a big deal
But that's where all my bucks and doughs hide

Yeah, I get high enough
Windmill and a pinch of snuff
Don't need your skyscraper, elevators, and all that stuff
Oh no-no, but I still think you should know-know-know
How I roll

I'm a survivor, you're damn right I'm a fighter
I'm a big buck skinnin', trot line riggin' Hank Jr. disciple
So don't you be offended, what granddaddy defended
This flag I'm wavin' says I'm stayin' free
Don't tread on me, no
Don't tread on me, no

If you want it, if you want it
Come and take it (come on city boy)
If you want it, if you want it
Come and take it (wanna see you try)
If you want it, if you want it
Come and take it (I don't think you can)
If you want it, come and take it

I'm a survivor, you're damn right I'm a fighter
I'm a big buck skinnin', trot line riggin' Hank Jr. disciple
So don't you be offended, what granddaddy defended
This flag I'm wavin' says I'm stayin' free
Don't tread on me, no
Don't tread on me, no

Yeah-yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Rogers, Granger Smith, Chris Lee
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