Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hick Ross , by - SMO. Song from the album Kuntry Livin', in the genre КантриRelease date: 02.06.2014
Record label: Elektra Nashville
Song language: English
Hick Ross |
| I’m southern by blood not relation |
| Survive with a buck knife and pawpaw’s gun |
| One hit and you done, one sip and you spun |
| Big boss of the stix got 'em bumping at gums |
| 'Bout this backwood country boy built Ford tough |
| Out the mid Tenn' mud where you might get stuck |
| Grand champ of my camp like a ten point buck |
| Let that 12 gauge spray if you fuck with my truck |
| I’m talking K5 Chevy, bonfire music |
| Meat mud smothered, better get used to it |
| Beast on the grill, I sizzle while I do it |
| If it’s beef that you want bet you think you hear mooing |
| Now take it back to the facts |
| Redneck street cred, bloodline to match |
| Couldn’t ride my boots, can’t fit my hat |
| But since you on my coattails won’t you scratch my back |
| And holla Hick Ross |
| They call me the big boss |
| I’m known as that bad boy country boy |
| And they know who to call when they want that noise |
| They holla Hick Ross |
| They call me the big boss |
| I’m known as that bad boy country boy |
| And they know who to call when they want that noise |
| I got a dirt road hustle with a payday swagger |
| Sipping blue flame burning with some redneck jackers |
| Push pull wheels faster, dig down deeper |
| Off road rapper you can feel me through the speakers |
| Kinfolk love me, call me Big Smocephus |
| Teaching old shit grandaddy tried to teach us |
| How to skin a buck and run a trout line |
| The simple things that help a country boy to survive |
| I keep my eyes on the shine, a jar full of pine |
| A foot on the pedal, I get it there every time |
| I walk a line like Johnny, smoke 'em like Willie |
| Toast to the country folks, raise some hell if you feel me |
| Love me if you love me, fuck ya if you ain’t with me |
| Just a good ole boy, backwood hillbilly |
| Jacked up boss truck, mud covered and shitty |
| Best believe, let’s buy some bread and if you see me in the city |
| Holla Hick Ross |
| They call me the big boss |
| I’m known as that bad boy country boy |
| And they know who to call when they want that noise |
| They holla Hick Ross |
| They call me the big boss |
| I’m known as that bad boy country boy |
| And they know who to call when they want that noise |
| They holla Hick Ross |
| They call me the big boss |
| I’m known as that bad boy country boy |
| And they know who to call when they want that noise |
| They holla Hick Ross |
| They call me the big boss |
| I’m known as that bad boy country boy |
| And they know who to call when they want that noise |