Side Road Fresh (feat. Paul Wall) - Remix
Fresh, fresh
Clean, clean
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
I'm the king of the country, boss of the sticks
Slammin' on my competition like some truck stop grits
And if you fakin' this shit, just know the real ones already know it
You gotta fly through the woods to be a holler boy poet
Yeah, hate it or love it, I'm what's up with the way I'm burnin'
I've been up in flames with music since 2015 homie
Yeah, my embers were glowin', I through some gasoline on it
Said fuck it to country music and madе my last album for 'em
Before I dive into hip-hop and get thе game into headlock
Make 'em look at my wrist-watch that I picked up down at Walmart
And then go hop in my Chevy, hit a backroad with Becky
And have her roll up a blicky the size of Cummins transmissions, motherfucker
Side road fresh, small town clean (motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (yeah)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (here we go)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (ayy, Paul Wall)
I'm fresh up out of nowhere with tattoos everywhere (everywhere)
I'm lifted like a pickup blowin' smoke up in the air (air)
AR by the armchair, that's light hardware (hardware)
'Cause everybody open carries, try it, don't you dare (don't you dare)
Beware the bling (beware the bling), I'm huntin' with my team (team)
I'm too clean in Kiln in Greensville gettin' green (green)
From Palestine to Aberdeen and everywhere between
And in this young jersey while I'm showin' 'em my grill (showin' 'em my grill)
Fuck you mean? I'm a back street facts (back street facts)
I always show respect to the vets (vets)
Smokin' on the best, stackin' paper is my quest (my quest)
Muddy like a side-by-side, 'cause I'm side road fresh
Side road fresh (yeah), small town clean (motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Leroy)
Side road fresh (what), small town clean (yeah)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Holler Boys in this bitch, boy)
Side road fresh (yeah), small town clean (motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (6-1-5)
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Creek Squad)
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Clean, clean
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
I'm the king of the country, boss of the sticks
Slammin' on my competition like some truck stop grits
And if you fakin' this shit, just know the real ones already know it
You gotta fly through the woods to be a holler boy poet
Yeah, hate it or love it, I'm what's up with the way I'm burnin'
I've been up in flames with music since 2015 homie
Yeah, my embers were glowin', I through some gasoline on it
Said fuck it to country music and madе my last album for 'em
Before I dive into hip-hop and get thе game into headlock
Make 'em look at my wrist-watch that I picked up down at Walmart
And then go hop in my Chevy, hit a backroad with Becky
And have her roll up a blicky the size of Cummins transmissions, motherfucker
Side road fresh, small town clean (motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (yeah)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean (here we go)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (ayy, Paul Wall)
I'm fresh up out of nowhere with tattoos everywhere (everywhere)
I'm lifted like a pickup blowin' smoke up in the air (air)
AR by the armchair, that's light hardware (hardware)
'Cause everybody open carries, try it, don't you dare (don't you dare)
Beware the bling (beware the bling), I'm huntin' with my team (team)
I'm too clean in Kiln in Greensville gettin' green (green)
From Palestine to Aberdeen and everywhere between
And in this young jersey while I'm showin' 'em my grill (showin' 'em my grill)
Fuck you mean? I'm a back street facts (back street facts)
I always show respect to the vets (vets)
Smokin' on the best, stackin' paper is my quest (my quest)
Muddy like a side-by-side, 'cause I'm side road fresh
Side road fresh (yeah), small town clean (motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Leroy)
Side road fresh (what), small town clean (yeah)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Holler Boys in this bitch, boy)
Side road fresh (yeah), small town clean (motherfucker)
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (6-1-5)
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me (Creek Squad)
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Side road fresh, small town clean
A bunch of wild life tattoos on me
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Michael Slayton, Thomas Toner, Ryan Edward Upchurch
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