Boss 2.0 - SMO

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha

All yeah, we back up in here again

Average Joe baby

Drop a little somethin' just to show you what I’ve got

Yeah, I’m still the king of the country, the boss of the sticks

I pull up with a truck full of my kinfolk that’s lit (Come on)

Moonshine and a whiff, two kinds of the Swish

By noontime I done grinded out a brick for the fifth

Buckwild in the woods, rough, rowdy, and deadly

We be deep off in the sticks, tick-tok and I’m ready

Strapped up and I’m steady, bust off and I’m out

Yeah, I’m still the one your mama warned you about

Baptized in the south, sacrifice in the mud

Been known to kill over pride, we only die for our blood

For my kids and my cuz, that state that I’m from

Tennessee if you’re with me, go on show some love

You want the boss from the sticks, it’s Hick Ross in this bitch

Slingin' mud on the world like snakes spit from the lip

My kinfolk need a fix, so my pin in my wrist

Just clocked in for the duration, overtime on this shift

I’m back slingin' the bricks, movin' shine out the sticks

Music Row pissed me off, brought back the man that you missed

I’m still kickin' it in Tennessee, I do it the best

Off in the holler, ain’t no probably put your ass to the test

So round 'em up 'round back, it’s about to be a throwdown

Sittin' 'round sippin' got us ready for a hoe-down

Tell 'em bring the whole town, know it’s 'bout to go down

Tailgates up, load 'em up, roll up a whole pound

Coolers iced down with them jacked up trucks

On that finish line chillin' with my whole crew slump

We just try to get stuck and turn up in a ditch

Backwoods it’s all good from the sticks to the bricks

I’m still the king of the country, the boss of the sticks

Boss-boss of the sticks, boss-boss of the sticks

I’m still the king of the country, king of, king of the country

K-k-king of the country, boss-boss of the sticks

I’m still the king of the country, the boss of the sticks

Boss-boss of the sticks, boss-boss of the sticks

I’m still the king of the country, the boss-boss of the sticks

If I spit it then I live it don’t you ever forget it

I’m the boss of the sticks, boss of the sticks