Shot Caller from a Holler (feat. Redneck Souljers)

I'm an outlaw
 I'm an outlaw
 I'm an outlaw
 Weighing in the big bucks is where I be
 I got shine in the storms as far as you can see
 Country Al Capone to find me you need a drone
 Walk up in my woods and get the proud and do 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 moving like molasses
 Got girls cooking shine so I can look at their fat asses
 Riding into town on my horse with the force
 They always trying 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 I'm hungry mothertruckers
 Just trying make some money get out and burn rubber
 Shot caller from a holler
 We just trying to make a dollar
 Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler
 Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered
 Shot caller from a holler
 We just trying 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 growing 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 will put some hair on your chest
 Looking like a wooly mammoth with some Nair on chest, yeah
 The smoke dog told me don't you trust a city slicker
 And all 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 praying
 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 blaring thunder buddy
 I'm a shot caller from a holler
 We just trying to make a dollar
 Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler
 Come to our holler and you gonna get slaughtered
 Shot caller from a holler
 We just trying make a dollar
 Dirt road Don backwoods brawn
 If they got a problem we tell 'em to bring it on
 Back in the woods getting me a dip
 Outlaw and them boys are back again
 Drinking blended bourbon flowing straight up out the barrel
 King Tut in the woods still slinging arrows
 Daddy call me fat even though I know I'm narrow
 Mess around and imma have to hit with a chair boe
 Mowing and tilling and grilling imma bout to get back to my roots on
 Pissing on the tree about to put my Justin boots on
 Busting out the tree house got the bong bubbling
 Big boobs busting out their blouses and I'm loving it
 I'm drunk at competition and disobeying the government
 With the damn tax man can kiss my I've had enough of him
 Still calling shots from the tree stand
 Still going nuts call us pecans
 Still going strong can't stop me
 Backwoods badass that is what they call me
 Shot caller from a holler
 Holler holler
 Dirt road scholar backwoods brawler
 Come to our holler and you gonna 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