Hick-Hop Homies

[Verse] Country roads, muddy boots, gold teeth in the shine Corn-fed, country-bred, living life divine Truck tires spin, send dirt up in the wind Hay bales stacked, counting cash with kin [Verse 2] Bass guitar twang, shotgun shells in the sand Camo, fiddle, hunting with my band Pickup trucks rumble, gravel roads crumble Whiskey in my hand make the night stumble [Chorus] Banjos bangin', beat drops like thunderclap From the barn to the block, this the hick-hop rap Cowboy hats tilt, moonshine sip slow Country kingpin, hoedown in the flow [Verse 3] Skyscrapers ain't for me, I need my cattle and fields Spit rhymes with a drawl, plow a harvest of feels From the porch, rocking chair, stars in the dome Backwoods nation, hick-hop throne [Verse 4] Apple pie cooling on mama's windowsill Lyrics homegrown, ain’t no poppin' pills Fishing line cast, reel them truths in Barn dance moonlight, let the party begin [Bridge] Steel guitars hum, crickets join the band Life's simple pleasures, rap with calloused hands Cornbread baking, stories round the fire Country rap serenade for the ones who inspire