Black Smoke
So why they hatin' on me?
Because I'm as country as they come, boy
'Cause all my buddies muddy like a Dixieland convoy
'Cause I'm killin' shit in short time
'Cause my opponents are fly, but I'm chillin' down in the duck blind
Waitin' to see if a motherfucker gon' pluck mine
I got a bite like pitbulls at lunchtime
And my shine is so bright you'll go blind
Like a Mason jar fire wasn't even made right, yeah
And I ain't whistlin' Dixie, or here to be friendly
I'm here to end any enemies, represent Tennessee
Sip on some Hennessy, have a Dixie chick kissin' me
Jammin' to 103 wakin' up feelin' kinda like I'm the country king
The game needs me, I won't even budge
You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud
I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank
And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank
So USA, CMT can't stand me
'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee
I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke
Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke
The game, the game needs me, I won't even budge
You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud
I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank
And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank
So USA, CMT can't stand me
'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee
I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke
Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke
I got a chip on my shoulder, black ink in my skin
Ripped jeans on my legs and my Justin's a size 10
Lead foot haulin' ass like Talladega and shit
Checkered flag's in my face 'cause I'm winnin' you bitch
You can hate all you want, but I'm sittin' on a high throne
Pocket full of hundreds still smellin' like a Auto Zone
Truck I'm drivin', soundin' like Bigfoot
Girl ridin' with me, tanned up, lookin' Hollywood
Like a cedar tree, I really wish a honkey would though
You don't think I will, son, but bubba just call me Woodrow
Rollin' presidential, five percent tint on my windshield
Smokin' marijuana out of Mountain Dew and some tin foil
I'm a beast you think I sold my soul
America would be great if you could clone my asshole
First song ever made charted on them Billboard's
Got plenty ammunition and I'm planin' to kill more
The game needs me, I won't even budge
You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud
I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank
And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank
So USA, CMT can't stand me
'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee
I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke
Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke
The game, the game needs me, I won't even budge
You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud
I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank
And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank
So USA, CMT can't stand me
'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee
I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke
Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke
Because I'm as country as they come, boy
'Cause all my buddies muddy like a Dixieland convoy
'Cause I'm killin' shit in short time
'Cause my opponents are fly, but I'm chillin' down in the duck blind
Waitin' to see if a motherfucker gon' pluck mine
I got a bite like pitbulls at lunchtime
And my shine is so bright you'll go blind
Like a Mason jar fire wasn't even made right, yeah
And I ain't whistlin' Dixie, or here to be friendly
I'm here to end any enemies, represent Tennessee
Sip on some Hennessy, have a Dixie chick kissin' me
Jammin' to 103 wakin' up feelin' kinda like I'm the country king
The game needs me, I won't even budge
You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud
I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank
And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank
So USA, CMT can't stand me
'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee
I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke
Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke
The game, the game needs me, I won't even budge
You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud
I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank
And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank
So USA, CMT can't stand me
'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee
I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke
Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke
I got a chip on my shoulder, black ink in my skin
Ripped jeans on my legs and my Justin's a size 10
Lead foot haulin' ass like Talladega and shit
Checkered flag's in my face 'cause I'm winnin' you bitch
You can hate all you want, but I'm sittin' on a high throne
Pocket full of hundreds still smellin' like a Auto Zone
Truck I'm drivin', soundin' like Bigfoot
Girl ridin' with me, tanned up, lookin' Hollywood
Like a cedar tree, I really wish a honkey would though
You don't think I will, son, but bubba just call me Woodrow
Rollin' presidential, five percent tint on my windshield
Smokin' marijuana out of Mountain Dew and some tin foil
I'm a beast you think I sold my soul
America would be great if you could clone my asshole
First song ever made charted on them Billboard's
Got plenty ammunition and I'm planin' to kill more
The game needs me, I won't even budge
You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud
I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank
And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank
So USA, CMT can't stand me
'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee
I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke
Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke
The game, the game needs me, I won't even budge
You're stuck with me like a two-wheel drive in two feet of mud
I'm slick like a copperhead on a creek bank
And reckless like I'm in the city drivin' a big tank
So USA, CMT can't stand me
'Cause I'm wild and loud like a Yamaha Banshee
I'ma keep shit kickin' 'til my shit kicker broke
Still chokin' up people like I'm blowin' black smoke
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Writer(s): Ryan Upchurch
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