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Oh, that beat fuckin' smackin', I told him get out back God damn it Oh God, I said get that motherfucker off my land I'll hit him with this buckshot, make his brains spread Send—, sick 'em—, sick the fucking rottweilers out Get off my lawn boy, I'm on your ass boy Take that city shit elsewhere Ayy, boy, I'm mix matching camo, give a fuck about designer Off in the woods, four wheeler whippin' Honestly, I could give a fuck what the world mixed up with Chaos and destruction, stay inside the city with that fuck shit Country money, acres and catfish inside my lake shit Step on my property, that buckshot make 'em shape-shift No, you never welcome on my ranch If you ain't my fam' then I don't give a damn, nigga, yeah, nigga, bitch Motherfucker foreign, I'm pull up on Kawasaki Ducked off in the forest, my mouth look like some hockey She said that she love me, she said that I'm cocky Real tree camo mix match like a swamp meet I don't want no bitches, I rather go start a family Buy a couple acres, you prayin' that God for sanity For fuck the government, fuck the devil, the reaper plottin' me But I don't give a fuck 'bout no feelings, just keep up off me, bitch From Letras Mania