Kidd G - Red Clay

I was tryna find something I could be Downtown Music Row, Tennessee Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me In the knock off boots and the flannel tee You've never been from where I'm from So how do you know me? I'm 35s red clay down in PCB

Never been to the Mason-Dixon but I seen those country lines Mud graps on a back road drifting Southern belle rubbing on my thigh 22 in the back seat loaded Mag lite sitting by my side Game warden tryna catch me Trail cams on a power line

Red dirt on my square toes But I wear those when I go out to breakers My tattoos and my cut-off She clean the mud off and I didn't even make her She in West Palm but she a Bama girl She got baby blue but I could never date her In Rock Bar with Express cards Popping bottles like I'm signed to a major

I was tryna find something I could be Downtown Music Row, Tennessee Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me In the knock off boots and the flannel tee You've never been from where I'm from So how do you know me? I'm 35s red clay down in PCB

My twang real but y'all fake yalls I got scholarship off of late docs I wasn't rapper just for TikTok Until I started country and y'all hate on me I like acoustic and I like trap out In Nolensville is where my mics at I'm a little different so the rappers know me

But your buckle bunnies don't like that Ski truck I just killed a big buck Sipping on some good stuff Bumping to some hood stuff 808 mix it with the banjo Foreign rapped in camo I bet all your fans know about Kidd G

I was tryna find something I could be Downtown Music Row, Tennessee Singing songs that they wrote wasn't meant for me In the knock off boots and the flannel tee You've never been from where I'm from So how do you know me? I'm 35s red clay down in PCB