Shot Caller from a Holler - outlaw, Redneck Souljers

Weighin' in the big bucks is where I be

I got shine in the stumps as far as you can see

Country Al Capone to find me you need a drone

Walk up in my woods and get a broadhead to the dome

I got frog gigs, trot lines

Catfish hooks, and sharpened buck tines

It’s all for you if you cross me for the last time

I’ll put you down together while listening to Patsy Cline

And all my competition movin' like molasses

Got girls cookin' shine so I can look at their fat asses

Ridin' into town on my horse with the force

They always tryin' to catch me but I communicate in Morse

Death to the carpetbagger always look dapper

Hit him with the dagger put his ass up on a platter

And feed me (feed me) I’m hungry mothertruckers

Just tryna make some money get out and burn rubber

Shot caller from a holler

We just tryna to make a dollar

Dirt road scholar backwoods baller

Come to our holler and you gon' get slaughtered

Shot caller from a holler

We just tryna make a dollar

Dirt road Don backwoods brawn

If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on

Shot caller from a holler

Born in that muddy muddy where dirty pigs waller

Deep in the thicket where them yuppies cannot follow

Homegrown hemp is growin' but them pines grow taller

Got a slew full of trot lines woods full of drop tines

Everybody got shine sample some but not mine

'Cause that shit’ll put some hair on your chest

Looking like a wooly mammoth need some Nair on my chest, yeah

The smoke dog told me don’t you trust a city slicker

And naw she ain’t a keeper if that girl don’t shoot the liquor

These city chickie’s can’t handle our southern ways

On Saturday we wasted, Sunday morning we prayin'

Couple country spitters represent the grand division

Created such a buzz we need a Narcan prescription

We got it out the mud and built it out of rough lumber

Used to barely mutter now we blarin' thunder buddy

I’m a shot caller from a holler

We just tryna to make a dollar

Dirt road scholar backwoods baller

Come to our holler and you gon' get slaughtered

Shot caller from a holler

We just tryna make a dollar

Dirt road Don backwoods brawn

If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on

Back in the woods gettin' me a dip (gettin' me a dip)

Outlaw and them boys are back again (back again)

Drinkin' blended bourbon flowin' straight up out the barrel

King Tut in the woods still slingin' arrows

Daddy call me fat even though I know I’m narrow

Mess around and I’ma have to hit with a chair boe

Mowin' and tillin' and grillin' I’ma bout to get back to my roots on

Pissin' on the tree about to put my Justin boots on

Busting out the tree house got the bong bubblin'

Big boobs bustin' out their blouses and I’m lovin' it

I’m drunk at competition and disobeyin' the government

With the damn tax man can kiss my I’ve had enough of him

Still, callin' shots from the tree stand

Still, goin' nuts call us pecans

Still, goin' strong can’t stop me

Backwoods badass that is what they call me

Shot caller from a holler

Holler holler

Dirt road scholar backwoods baller

Come to our holler and you gon' get slaughtered

Shot caller from a holler

Holler holler

Dirt road Don backwoods brawn

If they gotta problem we tell 'em to bring it on