I’m back, hahaha
Don’t get mad
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back
I’m redneck ballin’ with the truck leaned back
Ima mud ’til I die, ain’t nobody can stop me
I keep drinkin’ shine, gettin’ country boy sloppy
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back
I’m redneck ballin’ with the truck leaned back
Ima mud ’til I die, ain’t nobody can stop me
I keep drinkin’ shine, gettin’ country boy sloppy
I’m just a redneck ballin’ comin’ straight from the woods
I keep my shotgun on ready, I keep my hat with a hood
And I’m a rebel forever, u s country boys do it better
Take a look in my heart I got a country vendetta
I’m pumpin’ mud in my blood, I live the life Redneck N ation
And there’s no hesitatin’ up in the jars I keep raisin’
But when those mud grips are spinnin’ the snorkel out of the water
Just bought a, I ride a bogger on knockers
Live by the red on my neck, respect the country boy way
I’m like a dog that won’t quit, I snatch a big latch and chain
We keep it deep in the ruts, them trucks leanin’ and squatin’
I’m hangin’ nuts the mud I got through it no problem
A tiger shark in the hole, call me redneck Knievel
We fallin’ backwards from trees on some of that country supreme
And y’all ain’t never seen a redneck sittin’ so damn green
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back
I’m redneck ballin’ with the truck leaned back
Ima mud ’til I die, ain’t nobody can stop me
I keep drinkin’ shine, gettin’ country boy sloppy
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back
I’m redneck ballin’ with the truck leaned back
Ima mud ’til I die, ain’t nobody can stop me
I keep drinkin’ shine, gettin’ country boy sloppy
Picture me rollin’ I’m floatin’ high in the
I’m a true rebel soldier, I’m a hillbilly star
The super cracker back, slingin’ mud in your face
I’m like Popcorn Sutton: the best in the game
I keep it hot in the woods I been here for years
Most of you Zack Brown rappers need to end your careers
So let’s keep it real, how many bucks you killed
Sign a shitty record deal and can’t pay your bills [What?
I ain’t your average Joe, I ain’t a fake Kenny Chesney
I’m a real redneck, b#tch, come to the woods and get tested
Screamin’ country to the bone you never see no mud
Put the stock on a hog or took a life with a gun
Can’t afford mud grips, you don’t rock 35s
Only real country boys in the game survive
Got gritty boy credit I sit alone at the top
I’m leavin’ ruts in the game man, I ain’t gon’ stop
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back
I’m redneck ballin’ with the truck leaned back
Ima mud ’til I die, ain’t nobody can stop me
I keep drinkin’ shine, gettin’ country boy sloppy
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back
I’m redneck ballin’ with the truck leaned back
Ima mud ’til I die, ain’t nobody can stop me
I keep drinkin’ shine, gettin’ country boy sloppy
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Bottleneck – Rednecks Waller Out
Bottleneck – The Life
Bottleneck Lyrics – Redneck Ballin’