boss of tha stix

baby

ay yo sneed

you know i was thinking about running for mayor out here

you know i'd do it

i'm the king of the country

the boss of the stix

i came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix

i'm a mid ten hustler with a true south swagger

hillbilly balling

counting money on my tractor

with my john deere fiddy cap made in the shade

and my throwback bravo boots stomping your way

got the game rap tight like some square bale hay

i can pull 'em fresh hit the block and get paid

i own 32 acres of a dream come true

bout a 100 head of cattle and a fishing hole too

shit

i ain't hard to find

i be doing what i do

out push hogging fields smoking on that berry blue

living my life like an old dirt road

sipping poke-brown out the jug

keep me ice cold

i'm a small town boy with some big city dreams

let me drop a little something just to show you what i mean

i'm the king of the country

the boss of the stix

boss

boss of the stix

boss

boss of the stix

i'm the king of the country

king of

king of the country

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king of the country

boss

boss of the stix

i'm the king of the country

the boss of the stix

boss

boss of the stix

boss

boss of the stix

i'm the king of the country

boss

boss of the stix

i came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix

i'm drinking shine

berry kush

let the lighters spark

it's mr. sneed

keep 'em bouncing in they trailer parks

that white boy has switched the game up the south part

i'm representing for them hard heads and outlaws

we're john deere drivers

we sticky green pickers

we running from the smokeys and they ain't gon' catch us

so i'ma keep it moving and get her done right

for my good ol' boys on their porches with them bud lights

six shooters

two shots when he stepped to me

i shot the sheriff but i didn't shoot the deputy

i'm getting money buddy but y'all can stay broke

my ford pickup got more horses than a stage coach

from the stix

tell ya what

put the bricks up

talking loud'll get you dumped off in that pickup

this tennessee sun ain't got my ass melting

plus i called up big smo 'cause he smoke like willie

i'm the king of the country

the boss of the stix

boss

boss of the stix

boss

boss of the stix

i'm the king of the country

king of

king of the country

king of

king of the country

boss

boss of the stix

i'm the king of the country

the boss of the stix

boss

boss of the stix

boss

boss of the stix

i'm the king of the country

boss

boss of the stix

i came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix

ay yo sneed

let me slide through with my f100

sipping on poke-brown

smoking on something

sneaky as a hundred smelling like

i'm going off that green and buzzed off that wine

it's just another day in this country boy's life

hit the farm in the morning

get it popping at night

from the stix to the bricks

from the green to the white

i can bout guarantee ya we can get your mind right

hey yo smo

pass the jug

boy

pass around the cup

we smoking on the sticky

now we fishing on the pond

speak another did i tell you that i got 'em

concrete boots ain't throw no fish on the bottom

we don't pick up driving shotgun motherfuckers

we treat you like iphone

you talking we gon' touch you

them real ratty boys

huh

we up to no good

we the realest in the game from the hood to the woods

yeah

they know who the boss is