I'm just a kid that rocks I'm just a boy with a dream You bet it all with the last bill that i had hid in my socks Used to keep a. And i'm all the way throwed off Z71 take the bow off Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that chevy Yeah buddy, might go off, split you like a bowling ball Split you in my overalls Yeah home of the gumbo, got a couple folks that'd do it to you for hundo That dixie cups gonna fall off the console You don't wanna have a convo and not understand that 'bama slanguage Like hollerin' aint it, but i come to paint it so it won't be throwed off? Yeah, i'm throwed off Aint about the money i'ma blow it off I made my own lane, let's roll, lets roll Yeah, i'm going off Aint got a whole lot but i'mma show it off Better recognise game, lets roll, lets roo-ooooll Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around How i was raised, 808 drums quaking they shake that box 88 And the dope boys hotter than hells gate but i still in the shade With a fold up chair, a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate A-l-a b-a-m-a i'm off i might pee in the lake I might go to talladega and see me a race Bring me case, yeah i'm bringing a case I'm gettin' throwed off…