People said it couldn't be done They said we was crazy The Lacs, Dirt Rock We gon' take 'em back down One more time Come on way down south Down at the bottom of the map Where them country folks always stay loud Come on way down south Got me going way down, way down, way down Come on way down south Down at the bottom of the map Where them country folks always stay loud Come on way down south Boy we're going way down, way down Way down south I'm riding around in my Pinto I push it like a benzo I'm riding out and I'm raising hell And I'm showing out for my kinfolk Balling on a budget Country life, I love it Poor white trash from way in the back Don't knock it till you does it Raised on crawfish and chitlins too Don't tell me what you finna do Won't take a lot to get rid of you You don't know what you getting into My boys here named [?] Way off in the edge of town With haunted eyes getting hog tied And I bet you won't be found By a three legged dog gon' check that scent Fold you up like where you been Chain gang shit like way back when Make you come back and pay that rent I practice what I preach about All the shit you read about I live and do, now I'm living proof And that's just what I'll be about Come on way down south Down at the bottom of the map Where them country folks always stay loud Come on way down south Got me going way down, way down, way down Come on way down south Down at the bottom of the map Where them country folks always stay loud Come on way down south Got me going way down, way down, way down south Get it, now ride to the creek, holding the cup Catalpa worm tree, try my luck Set my hook deep with respect Zebco reel, keep it redneck Just a lil' jib when I shot that shotgun I ran to the house like mama I got one Nothing but a button, buck in the rut Rack don't grow, doe don't fuck What the hell you doing drinking all the money When the money that are I'm coming for the fans go for me Well you know better, I know how you was raised See like we young but taught the old ways Picking a bone, you gotta say it to they face boy Come from behind that facebook page Control, alt, delete, wait Is it just me or these boys seem fake Here take a little time when you write down rhymes Have a little pride not just freestyle When the fans get tired, hit rewind see why Ain't not sales, boys done declined Keep in mind, gotta stick to your roots Anywhere else just won't do Too damn cold in the North, way out West Peachy in the East but I do believe that Come on way down south Down at the bottom of the map Where them country folks always stay loud Come on way down south Got me going way down, way down, way down Come on way down south Down at the bottom of the map Where them country folks always stay loud Come on way down south Got me going way down, way down, way down south Come on way down south