Keys to the Country

[Chorus]
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, twenty deep when I go clubbin’
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

[Verse 1]
My bank account lookin' George Strait, I ain't worried ’bout that
Got more ice than Kid Rock in the mitten state and the winter season forecast, yeah
Backwoods, my style still slap in the Black hoods
Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a cowl hood, but it sounds good
Never endin', that's my time, I bring hip-hop to thesе tall pines
The CMAs let a rappеr in, it be Upchurch on that dotted line
Rednecker than a redneck with tan lines
But I'd really like a thick bitch on my time
The backroad threat drippin' off my mind
Like sauce to ribs, I want honey on mine
And some honeys on the line when the Cadillac's live
This is my life and I'm just wingin’ it, child
Ain’t made no plans in a long-long time
'Cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night
Just listen for that Rover
Be aware of that smoke
Just know there ain’t another one of me
When it ends it's all that I wrote

[Chorus]
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, twenty deep when I go clubbin'
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

[Post-Chorus]
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Ride 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

[Verse 2]
Stay rich, it’s the big ballin'
Bo Duke-ing 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 game they can all leave
Motherfucker, I don't care, we headbangin', 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 southside livin', Swamporghini still drippin'
Party at my house this weekend, twenty girlfriends went missin'
Ha-ha, they say I flex too much
Well, bitch, I got that southern comfort, you should get you some

[Chorus]
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, twenty deep when I go clubbin'
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

[Post-Chorus]
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Ride 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