boss of the stix
Singer:big smo
i'm the king of the country
i came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix
i'm a mid ten hustler with a true south swagger
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'm on 32 acres of a dream come true
bout a 100 head of cattle and a fishing hole too
out push hogging fields till my people come through
living my life like an old dirt road
sipping poke-brown out the jug
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
i'm the king of the country
i'm the king of the country
i'm the king of the country
i came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix
let me smash through with my k-5 chevy
banging through the stix here to get my boat ready
bonfire in the back cause we kicking all night
raising cane like a devil kicking mud like a coon hound
catch me by the creek and my backwoods camp ground
thoroughbred gal with them dukes cut low
going donkey on the boss like a smooth cedar stripper pole
chunky-dunking in the water underneath the full moon. light
getting out living every day of my life
southern swag in my blood
country as buttermilk served on the rocks
now put that in your swisher and let the truth burn
i'm the king of the country
i'm the king of the country
i'm the king of the country
i'm the king of the country
i came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix