I been done talk mine Been done walk through it I've been done turn that country shit up y'all knew it We all was conflicted I grip mine and got it in Era of no fake shit what so ever is what I was in Sittin' on them Mickey Thompsons when there wasn't no country rap Just an ol' boy from La Grange tryin' ascertain where the money's at Uhh got me a bunch of that Fuck it up and as a matter of fact 'bout time to get some more Hey Yela dog let's handle that That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up I'm gonna handle that What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough No handle that Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac Got 'em talkin' they mad at that Keep it up we gonna handle that That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up I'm gonna handle that What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough No handle that Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac Got 'em talkin' they mad at that Keep it up we gonna handle that I was raised up in La Grange Georgia Down there I'm Jimmy's boy I can redneck with the best yet I throw chrome on any toy (yeah) Shine up that Silverado Cake mud on a '69 Yeah it said Chevelle what the hell Difference is that bitch is mine Get in line it's a long one If you gonna say you gone whoop me But it ain't one that actually go do the shit they so pussy I just wanna drink a beer and where the line maybe it gets sloppy Not get bothered by anybody This is probably a lot to be askin' for It to just happen because people are mad and that is a fact But where are the women that's eager not timid It is much simpler I'm handling that [?] American and it ain't better than But someone tell them Bubba Mathis is back Actually here for the first time I'm comin' for mine and we handlin' that That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up I'm gonna handle that What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough No handle that Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac Got 'em talkin' they mad at that Keep it up we gonna handle that That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up I'm gonna handle that What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough No handle that Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac Got 'em talkin' they mad at that Keep it up we gonna handle that I'm comin' to get it immediately If you think I can't get it then we disagree You're skeptical and there's reasons to be But one thing about it we [?] to see You think that you know but I know what you think And it don't resemble the thinkin' of me Many of you seem to be stuck between dreamin' and thinkin' some fesable shit I'm keepin' it Carhart clean I'm Mossy Oak mean Yeah boy we like it dirty we love the mud that's how we gon' lean Yeah boy that bird dog point The big dog's eat Got my gun my bow it's everything season Full name Bubba K. Mathis My [?] handle that What ever that happens to be Wherever that happens at I'm a southern boy with some rebels ways ain't never needed a flag for that The only white hood that I put on is the mobile home habitat Imagine that buddy and accept that as a fact This ain't no cracker jack magic act Like how a white girls ass is fat Only 'cause a doctor added that padded that No roots go smashin' that Somebody told daddy that He said [?] you [?] Noose out gon' handle that that that That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up I'm gonna handle that What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough No handle that Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac Got 'em talkin' they mad at that Keep it up we gonna handle that That round thing just pokin' out and sittin' up I'm gonna handle that What we drinkin' that Jim Beam is a fifth enough No handle that Jacked up my Duramax and rimmed up that Cadillac Got 'em talkin' they mad at that Keep it up we gonna handle that