Lyrics

[Intro] Big Smeezy baby Hey yo Sneed, I was thinkin' 'bout runnin' for mayor out here You know how I do it Hey [Verse 1] I'm the king of the country, (Yeah) the boss of the stix I came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix I'm a mid ten hustler with a true south swagger Hillbilly ballin' count money on my tractor With my John Deere fiddy cap made in the shade And my throwback Brahma Boots, stompin' your way Got the game wrapped tight like some square bale hay I can pull about fresh hit the block and get paid I own 32 acres of a dream come true 'Bout a 100 head of cattle and a fishin' hole too Shit, I ain't hard to find, I be doing what I do Out bush hoggin' fields smokin' on that berry blue Living my life like an old dirt road Sippin' poke-brown out the jug, keep me ice cold I'm a small town boy with some big city dreams Let me drop a little somethin' just to show you what I mean [Chorus] I'm the king of the country, the boss of the stix Boss-boss of the stix, boss-boss of the stix I'm the king of the country, king of, king of the country K-k-king of the country, boss-boss of the stix I'm the king of the country, the boss of the stix Boss-boss of the stix, boss-boss of the stix I'm the king of the country, the boss-boss of the stix I came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix Tell 'em Sneed [Verse 2: Mr. Sneed] I'm drinkin' shine berry kush let the lights fall It's Mr. Sneed I keep 'em bouncin' in the trailer parks That white boy, I switch the game up to south paw I represent for them hard heads and outlaws Them John Deere drivers, them sticky green pickers We runnin' from the smokies and they ain't gonna get us So I'ma keep 'er movin' and get'er done right For my good ol' boys on the porches with them Bud Lights Six shooters, two shots when you step to me I shot the sheriff but I didn't shoot the deputy I'm gettin' money buddy, but y'all can stay broke My Ford pickup got more horses than a stage coach From the sticks to the wood put the bricks up You talk too loud and get you dropped off in that pickup This Tennessee sun it got my ass meltin' Plus I called up Big Smo 'cause he smoke like Willie Nelson [Chorus] I'm the king of the country, the boss of the stix Boss-boss of the stix, boss-boss of the stix I'm the king of the country, king of, king of the country K-k-king of the country, boss-boss of the stix I'm the king of the country, the boss of the stix Boss-boss of the stix, boss-boss of the stix I'm the king of the country, the boss-boss of the stix I came up like biscuits from scratch in the mix [Verse 3: SMO & Mr. Sneed] Hey yo Sneed, let me slide through in my F100 Sippin' on poke-brown, smokin' on somethin' Sticky as a honey bun smellin' like pine I'm gone off that green and buzzed off that wine It's just another day in this county boys life Hit the farm in the mornin' get it poppin' by night From the sticks to the bricks, from the green to the white I can 'bout guarantee you we can get your mind right Yo Smo pass he jug boy, pass around it all We smokin' on this hickey, now we fishin' on the pond Speakin' of the water did I tell you that I got 'em Concrete boots ain't for no fish on the bottom We the pickup drivin' shotgun tottin' mother suckers We treat you like an iPhone you speakin' we gon' touch Them real rowdy boys we up to no good Be the realest in the game from the sticks to the woods [Outro] Yeah, they know who the boss is