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Big tires turn, slow burn, top low Orange Za twistin' in a camo coat Mango in the swisher, let it hit, then ghost Country raised but the drip say coast Mud on the boots, Subs in the slab Trunk knockin' hard like it's mad at the dash I ain't gotta flex, I just let it roll Gas so loud make your weak ass choke
I'm a backroad rider with a metro bounce City lights in the mirror, headed deep in the South Got papers in the console, jar in the pouch Got a all black Glock on a Outskirt route Got the mango in the wrap, blowin clouds on a cruise Stereo jammin' that backwoods blues I don't sip lean — I sip that shine And the bass so mean it'll rattle your spine
Big tires turn, slow burn, top low Orange Za twistin' in a camo coat Mango in the swisher, let it hit, then ghost Country raised but the drip say coast Mud on the boots, Subs in the slab Trunk knockin' hard like it's mad at the dash I ain't gotta flex, I just let it roll Gas so loud make your weak ass choke
From a two-lane town thought my dreams were too big Now i'm tryin sit high like a lifted rig Came from nothin' but I never did beg Just hustled like a dog and made my bed Got green trees if ya know what i mean It heals my pain and that's all i need Rollin up, vibin out, Yeah this the Southern way Got Mango smoke blowin on a summer day
Big tires turn, slow burn, top low Orange Za twistin' in a camo coat Mango in the swisher, let it hit, then ghost Country raised but the drip say coast Mud on the boots, Subs in the slab Trunk knockin' hard like it's mad at the dash I ain't gotta flex, I just let it roll Gas so loud make your weak ass choke
