"Ricky Bobby" lyrics
I'm still riding (Huh, huh, huh, huh, skrrt)
I'm still riding dirty on a back road
Like Ricky Bobby with a rifle out the window
I ain't nothing like the artists in the video I crack a seal with
I'm white trash
I drink a fifth and get too hard to deal with
Just got my truck stuck
Y'all need to get y'alls bucks up
100 bands inside an F-150
Got a fifth of Jack in the door with me
Across my chest is "Mama Tried"
I'm addicted to blondes and dollar signs
Y'all still don't know what genre fits me
I'm Tupac with a mix of Willie
They don't like to see me shine
Neither do I
I like my shit with some mud on it
17 mag in the back with a rack
This some brand new paint
But the bed got blood on it
Should've never signed that deal
Should've never went to the ville
Fuck y'alls radio
Why the hell my name in your mouth
Is your deal in a drought?
You don't get love from your lady bro
Fuck your blue strips, loose lips, give two shits if the shoe fits
Scratch marks as your cover art
You must think you're smarter
You must really miss me
Only country artist that can slide through the hood
Trap gon' tell you that I'm good
Really I think that I'm misunderstood
But fuck it, it's good, it's BOA for Bellwood
I'm still riding dirty on a back road
Like Ricky Bobby with a rifle out the window
I ain't nothing like the artists in the video
I crack a seal with
I'm white trash
I drink a fifth and get too hard to deal with
Fuck it, I'm popping my shit again
What happened to Kidd?
What got into him?
Done hopped on a beat off of Ritalin
I'm shooting shots like I'm 50 Cent
Many men, hahaha
Many, many, many, many men
I don't got too many friends
I'm dissing y'all on some petty shit
Give no fucks like I'm celibate, yeah
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
Went to O' Block and came back into the sticks
I'm still riding dirty on a back road
Like Ricky Bobby with a rifle out the window
I ain't nothing like the artists in the video
I crack a seal with
I'm white trash
I drink a fifth and get too hard to deal with
I'm still riding dirty on a back road
Like Ricky Bobby with a rifle out the window
I ain't nothing like the artists in the video I crack a seal with
I'm white trash
I drink a fifth and get too hard to deal with
Just got my truck stuck
Y'all need to get y'alls bucks up
100 bands inside an F-150
Got a fifth of Jack in the door with me
Across my chest is "Mama Tried"
I'm addicted to blondes and dollar signs
Y'all still don't know what genre fits me
I'm Tupac with a mix of Willie
They don't like to see me shine
Neither do I
I like my shit with some mud on it
17 mag in the back with a rack
This some brand new paint
But the bed got blood on it
Should've never signed that deal
Should've never went to the ville
Fuck y'alls radio
Why the hell my name in your mouth
Is your deal in a drought?
You don't get love from your lady bro
Fuck your blue strips, loose lips, give two shits if the shoe fits
Scratch marks as your cover art
You must think you're smarter
You must really miss me
Only country artist that can slide through the hood
Trap gon' tell you that I'm good
Really I think that I'm misunderstood
But fuck it, it's good, it's BOA for Bellwood
I'm still riding dirty on a back road
Like Ricky Bobby with a rifle out the window
I ain't nothing like the artists in the video
I crack a seal with
I'm white trash
I drink a fifth and get too hard to deal with
Fuck it, I'm popping my shit again
What happened to Kidd?
What got into him?
Done hopped on a beat off of Ritalin
I'm shooting shots like I'm 50 Cent
Many men, hahaha
Many, many, many, many men
I don't got too many friends
I'm dissing y'all on some petty shit
Give no fucks like I'm celibate, yeah
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
Went to O' Block and came back into the sticks
I'm still riding dirty on a back road
Like Ricky Bobby with a rifle out the window
I ain't nothing like the artists in the video
I crack a seal with
I'm white trash
I drink a fifth and get too hard to deal with
Writer(s): Nolan Herrmann, Darius Poviliunas, Jonathan Horne, Rustem Shaygardanov
