[Intro: Bryan Martin & Colt Ford]
I keep my shades on in front of these faded eyes
And try to keep it somewhere in between the lines
I keep my Rays on even when the stars are risin'
Keep my headlights pointin' on this road tonight
Hahaha, y'all been waitin' on this
Now what?
[Verse 1: Colt Ford]
You say Colt Ford, I say barbed wire
Big jacked up trucks and mud tires
Small town boy with a empire
Built with skill and deep desire
Hard work, y'all can't imagine
See them hats and boots, we changin' fashion
Got breathin' dragons
Couldn't stop me from gettin' the bag independently
We flew the flag, red, white and blue
Put it on for Nashvillе how Titans do
Stay family friendly, didn't cuss too much
Now it's thirty racks when the bus pull up
I could build a housе with stacks of paper
Boots exotic, alligator
Innovator, culture changer
Synonymous with country bangers
Wasn't over night, had to build a dream
Now it's Rolling Stone award, magazine
Golf digest, feel the stream
Platinum hits, ten billion streams
Never wait in line when I'm out with at Aldean's (Ha)
Probably 'cause I'm with Aldean
Shut 'em all up, got a gang of haters
Now watch 'em close through my aviators
[Chorus: Bryan Martin & Yelawolf]
I keep my shades on in front of these faded eyes
And try to keep it somewhere in between the lines
Ride around the city in a black Cadillac, yeah, just like one of my country heroes
Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload
I keep my Rays on even when the stars are risin'
Keep my headlights pointin' on this road tonight
Yeah, ride around the city in a black Cadillac, yeah, just like one of my country heroes
Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload
[Verse 2: Yelawolf]
Yeah, I come from the hill, not the Cypress Hill, but the hill in the Alabama stars
But I'm as real as B-Real, boy, you better have faith in the heel like Tim McGraw
Been with the boys like bar with the bar
From Big Krit to Kendrick Lamar
You better do some research, fuck a T-shirt
Give a bitch a knee jerk like uh-huh
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, kick a double entendre
In a two-ton truck, in a Manuel suit
Yellin' with the middle finger and the thumb up
Men'll pause, motherfucker, we go dumb
Men'll pause, hit the re-write button
I been on they neck like a button up shirt all-the-way-button
This ain't Nickelback, can't get a refund
This ain't a pickle back, I don't never chase nothin'
I could've chased y'all, but the way that I run
Way God mad me, he shot a track meet gun
I don't leave bread, just leave crumbs
I left my trail in all my albums
Yeah, jump in the Maybach with Ray shade glasses
That's just money of "Pop the Trunk," punk
[Chorus: Bryan Martin & Yelawolf]
I keep my shades on in front of these faded eyes
And try to keep it somewhere in between the lines
Ride around the city in a black Cadillac, yeah, just like one of my country heroes
Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload
I keep my Rays on even when the stars are risin'
Keep my headlights pointin' on this road tonight
Yeah, ride around the city in a black Cadillac, yeah, just like one of my country heroes
Let the buckshot spray, hit the old stop sign with a sawed-off pump and reload
