This Ain't Country

If I hear one more son of a bitch
Say this ain't country imma lose my shit

Five o clock 23 pack one empty in the backseat when I get home
Off the saddle on a Friday gravel on the driveway rattling my styrofoam
That southern sun
cnd that red dirt run
Deep in these veins like DNc
That born knee deep in the mud

If there's a beer I'm gonna drank it
If there's a hook I'm gonna sank it
If there's a downtown bar packed looking for a soundtrack damn straight I'm gonna Hank it
If there's a girl I'm gonna spin her round
If there's a guitar I'm gonna crank it loud
cnd if I hear one more son of a bitch
Say this ain't country imma lose my shit

That country fried steak down at the Cracker Barrel got my name on it throw some gravy on it
My baby loves white claws blue jeans red dirt stain on it cause she was raised on it
That 336
cnd that Jim Beam hit
Deep in these veins like DNc can't take it on out of this kid

Get out the DM's get out the comments get out the old mindset way back when's
So what if I sing so what if I rap lemme tell you one thing
Get off of my ass