[Intro – Playful, bouncy ad-libs] Backwoods Certified Yeeeaaah! Backwoods certified, let’s get rowdy! Solo cups up, trucks backed in — go! [Chorus – Bright, infectious sing-rap] We backwoods certified, mud on the tires Bonfire roaring, stars for the lights Cooler full of beer, speakers full of fire If you scared of a little dirt, better retire! Backwoods certified (certified!) Backwoods certified (certified!) We party like the county line don’t apply Backwoods certified — that’s the rural high! [Verse 1 – Quick playful flow] Rolled up in my lifted Ford with the cracked taillight Bed full of buddies and a speaker stacked right Aunt Sherry hollerin’ “Turn that mess down!” We cranked it louder, now the whole town’s around Got ribs on the smoker, cornhole in the yard Somebody’s cousin brought bottle rockets — lord We fish when it’s light, raise hell when it’s dark Lost my left shoe again but I still got the spark [Chorus] [Guest Feature / Main Rap Verse – Extra swagger, comedic timing] Yo, it’s the Weed Man, fresh off the back forty Crab traps in the truck, still smell like the glory We don’t do VIP, we do keg in the bed Beer pong champions — whole county seeing red Sheriff pulled up, we gave him a plate “Try these venison sliders, you workin’ late?” He took three, laughed, said “Y’all crazy as hell” Then left us to it — backwoods magic spell! Acoustic riff riding shotgun with the 808 Mix ‘em together, now the whole field vibrate Rural pride runnin’ deeper than the mud in my veins Talk bad on the sticks and you catchin’ these flames From Warrenton woods to the jetty at night We backwoods certified — yeah we do it right! [Bridge – Call & Response hype] Beers up! (Beers up!) Trucks up! (Trucks up!) Hands in the air if you love your backwoods! (Backwoods!) [Verse 2 – Humorous storytelling] Old man Jenkins showed up on his ancient John Deere Said “Y’all kids soft” then out-danced every year Grandma two-steppin’ with a Solo in her hand Dog stole the brisket and ran off with the band Phone died hours ago but the party still alive Flashlight phones and a generator vibe By 4 AM we howling at the moon Singing Cash, Morgan Wallen, and a little bit of tune [Final Chorus – Bigger & layered] We backwoods certified, mud on the tires Bonfire roaring, stars for the lights Whole damn county know we do it right Backwoods certified every single night! Backwoods certified (certified!) Backwoods certified (certified!) We party like tomorrow ain’t showing up Backwoods certified — fill your cup! Yeah, I’m back on the porch with the six‑string thumpin’ Boots on the rail and the whole crew jumpin’ Got a cold one sweatin’ on the armrest lean And the dog stole the chips — that’s a backwoods scene Sun hittin’ right on the tailgate shine Girl laughin’ loud ’cause she missed her line But she still sing wrong and it still sound fine Got the whole damn county in a straight good time Acoustic in my lap with the hip‑hop bounce Bassline thumpin’ like a deer in the pounce Weed Man pull up like “Who need rounds?” Now the bonfire glowin’ and we run this town Rowdy, playful, never too serious Country‑rap mix got the whole field curious If you ain’t down for the mud, that’s mysterious ’Cause we party out here like the night’s just furious [Outro – Ad-libs fading] Yeah… one more round boys… Backwoods certified forever We out here!
