Ayy… boots in the dirt, chains on the neck Country boy talkin’ that real talk, check [Chorus] Dirt road flex, truck bed full of ice Whiskey in the cup, headlights cuttin’ through the night From the farm to the function, I’m still that same dude Cowboy hat, gold chain, country boy with attitude Yeah, mud on the tires, cash in the bag Spittin’ that fire while the dog rides shotgun in the back Dirt road flex, they can’t tell me nothin’ Small town made me, big city can’t touch him [Verse 1] Woke up to the rooster, not the city alarm Same boots that walk the field walk the stage with the charm Grandpa’s old truck got a new system thumpin’ Bass hit so hard the cows start jumpin’ Sippin’ that brown, not the fancy champagne Still got dirt under my nails when I’m countin’ this change Ain’t no Hollywood, just hard work and faith Turned a little plot of land into a whole different fate They laugh at the accent till the checks clear the bank Then they ask for a feature, I just smile and say “thank” Yee-haw with the ad-libs, trap drums in the mix Country never left me, it just learned how to get rich [Chorus] Dirt road flex, truck bed full of ice Whiskey in the cup, headlights cuttin’ through the night From the farm to the function, I’m still that same dude Cowboy hat, gold chain, country boy with attitude Yeah, mud on the tires, cash in the bag Spittin’ that fire while the dog rides shotgun in the back Dirt road flex, they can’t tell me nothin’ Small town made me, big city can’t touch him [Verse 2] Friday night lights to the Friday night freestyle Bonfire burnin’, everybody in a line Girls in the boots, boys in the lifted rides Somebody’s cousin just pulled up with the surprise Ain’t no VIP rope, just a cooler and a chair Everybody welcome if you leave the drama over there I talk that country but I move that city Made a million off the struggle, now the haters look pretty They say “pick a lane,” I already did Left lane for the hustle, right lane for the kids Backroads taught me patience, the streets taught me speed Now I blend both worlds and the whole world takes heed [Bridge – half-sung, half-rapped] Yeah… they want the pure country, I give ‘em the hybrid They want the pure trap, I give ‘em the vibe with it Ain’t no box big enough for the way that I ride Dirt under the sole and the crown on the side [Final Chorus – bigger, more ad-libs] Dirt road flex, truck bed full of ice (yeah!) Whiskey in the cup, headlights cuttin’ through the night (let’s go!) From the farm to the function, I’m still that same dude Cowboy hat, gold chain, country boy with attitude Mud on the tires, cash in the bag (woo!) Spittin’ that fire while the dog rides shotgun in the back Dirt road flex, they can’t tell me nothin’ Small town made me… big city can’t touch him [Outro] Yee-haw… Keep it country, keep it real, keep it loud Dirt road forever.
