"Keys To The Country" lyrics

I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the president so can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin'
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley motherfucker

My bank account lookin' George Strait
I ain't worried 'bout that
Got more ice than Kid Rock in Michigan state
In a winter season forecast, yeah
Backwoods, my style still slaps in the black hoods
Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a cowl hood, and it sounds good
Never endin' that's my time I bring hip-hop to these tall pines
The CMA's let a rapper in it, it'd bе Upchurch on that dotted line
Rednecker than a rеdneck with tan lines
Ride a wheelie like a thick bitch on my time
Hit the backroad fresh drippin' off of mine
Like sauce to the ribs, I want honey on mine
Get some honeys on the line when the Cadillac slide
This is my life and I'm just swingin' that child
I ain't made no plans in a long-long time
Cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night
Just listen for that rumble, be aware of that smoke
Just know there ain't another one of me when it ends it's all that I wrote

I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the president so can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin'
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley motherfucker
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Ridin' around my city with the keys to the country
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys motherfucker

Stay rich as the big ballin'
Been dukein' my whole life, where's the '69 Charger?
Confederate flag flyin' proudly while I'm smokin' loud leaf
If you don't like my people tell the gang they can all leave
Motherfucker I don't care
We head bangin' smokin' killer pot
We be sippin' out of jars and passin' out on rocky top
Go ahead and call the cops
I got my cattle gates locked
We ain't turnin' down until our bodies hit the ground and stop
It's that south side with bikinis still drippin'
Party at my house this weekend, 20 girlfriends went missin'
Ahh, they say I flex too much
Well bitch, I got that southern comfort, you should get you some

I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the president so can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country, 20 deep when I go clubbin'
Only baddies hit my blunt ride my Harley motherfucker
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Ridin' around my city with the keys to the country
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Only baddies hit my blunt ride my Harleys motherfucker