文本歌词

I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars you can't outshine me
I'mma put it out here let me tell ya something,
What d'y'all think my still be pumpin?
90 proof spit the truth
Stop telling everybody you can do what I do.
So if you can, you better get like me
Go sit down and write a hit like me
From where I stand you ain't shoot to me
Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still
I won't sugar coat it burn your throat it
Kids aint scared
I'm Locked and loaded
Real is all me they all can feel me
Dirt road disciple man of the people
Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it
Daylight to dark me and my folks earn it
Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it,
That's how we do it
Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it
Do it a little better than anyone does it
Y'all are chasin' a thoroughbred
Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow down I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford remember my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers
Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars you can't outshine me
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash heat it up and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars you can't outshine me
I can't take this
I wanna make this real clear
What d'ya'll think I been doin' here?
Switchin' gears and changing lanes
Jackin' up trucks running down Lames
Light that flame for America
Cross that line I'll bury ya
Gotta shotgun that'll take care of ya
And a mudhole that' I'll bury ya
Gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride
And a bunch of rednecks aint scared to fight
I'mma give it to ya my way dirt road, hi-way
four wheel, Jack it up,talk ****, back it up
Yall a trip and I'm out of your league
Sippin' shine and I'm hard to see
I'm something that you'll never be
It's a pipe dream You can't outshine me
Cause Im dura-coated turbo charged
Everything about me is large
Y'all are chasin a thoroughbred
Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow down I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford remember my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers
Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me