Twen, twent, twenty four pack got it cold bud light (bud light)
Six blunts rolled bitch, don't roll 'em tight (roll 'em tight)
Cooler full of ice in the middle of the field
That's just how I'm livin' man I grew up in the ville
Twen, twent, twenty four pack got it cold bud light (cold bud light)
Twenty four pack got it cold bud light
Twen, twent, twenty four pack got it cold bud light
That,that,thats just how I'm livin' I grew up in the ville
I grew up in the ville man, I grew up with it real
You can call me hank I'm the king of the hill
Propane flow and I ain't talking about a grill (bitch)
But if you run up you can feel the steel
I don't pop the pills man, all I do is drink (drink)
If you come around me boy, you really smell the dank (dank)
And all around me, got water like a tank
Florida water Dolph, don't give a fuck about a thing (bitch)
3.5 man, I take it to the brain (to the brain)
5.4 man, let's rush it to the flame (to the flame)
But I still love my truck cause it still does it thang (does it's thang)
Have it lifted up, got it sitting like crane
W ith a gugci cowboy never could seen
But my brother taught me, how to stand up in the main
And always have respect and always collect a check
Never give up, Put your boot up on their neck
Twen, twent, twenty four pack got it cold bud light (bud light)
Six blunts rolled bitch, don't roll 'em tight (roll 'em tight)
Cooler full of ice in the middle of the field
That's just how I'm livin' man I grew up in the ville
Twen, twent, twenty four pack got it cold bud light (cold bud light)
Twenty four pack got cold bud light
Twen, twent, twenty four pack got it cold bud light
That,that,thats just how I'm livin' I grew up in the ville
Grew up different way boy, I was burning down them jays (burning jays)
Interfere with cattle while we serving all the hay (all the hay)
Never been to Seattle but I see all seven days (every day)
And I'm a Florida boy God, we cross by the lake
A ll I do is smoke boy, I could never joke (joke)
Step in my boots boy, you'll see it ain't no joke (joke)
Step in my town you lookin' at my folk folk)
And I'm a country boy, but the city loves me though
D rink hard like my mother, work hard like my brother (my brother)
Stack it like pop shit, you can call me bubba (bubba)
This music never stops, in the backwoods like the gutter
Dirty hands and dirty money, it really otta matter
Twen, twent, twenty four pack got it cold bud light (bud light)
Six blunts rolled bitch, don't roll 'em tight (roll 'em tight)
Cooler full of ice in the middle of the field
That's just how I'm livin' man I grew up in the ville
Twen, twent, twenty four pack got it cold bud light (cold bud light)
Twenty four pack got it cold bud light (bud light)
Twen, twent, twenty four pack got it cold bud light
That,that,thats just how I'm livin', man I grew up in the ville (in the ville)