Yonder I Go

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Boys ridin' way out yonder where the law don't come
Where them city boys pass by and don't want none
I know that panties ain't pretty, but that's some bitch rhymes
This is all that I know till down yonder high

And you can tell them boys, hell's comin' with me
Feelin' drunk with some redness
This is all that I know till down yonder high
Goin' all shammie with that primer still drippin'
It's how we spray, it's how we live
Yeah, I remember long days sittin' in the hot sun sweatin' my
Man, the AC fair shot, better run good though
You can take a look at the bow, front row tire marks on the bedrock

You can see my baby got ass, right around the corner with glass
Have a little hiccup when it's time to get up
I just put my baby on the dance
Wow
Watch your mouth, hand me a bar soap
Let them know I'm the one not to play with
This is not a statement, not even a warning shot
I'm what separates the dirt from the pavement
A ring-a-tanga, bang-bang-gang-gang

You can tell the zoo that I'm about to go
My ride, I got a fucked-up grill
I'm out your kid, she gon' get a facelift, baby
Cause I know that the neighbors don't like my songs
My truck loud and they hate it when I shoot my guns
If somebody ain't mad when this night gets done
Then there's a pretty good chance that it wasn't
I don't want to hear it
Way out yonder where the law don't come

Where them city boys pass by and don't want none
I know that pain ain't pretty, but that's some bitch rhymes
This is all that I know till down yonder high gold
And you can tell them boys hell's comin' with me
Feelin' drunk with some redness
Till down yonder high gold
And they all see me with that rhyme, it's still drippin'
Yeah

And tell me it's right, tell me it's left
Till i yonder high
I'm in an old box Chevy, square body truck
Pedal to the metal and I'm riding jacked up
With the windshield cracked up and the flash rust
And I hang out the door every time I back up
Wonder where how I became such a man
With a tendency to break shit, but can still fix it

Say the smoke blowing for brisket, forever a misfit
Cause I'ma ride on like a rickstepper
If I hold on to the mission I've sat upon
It don't phenomenon, can I run with a thin grip?
I don't give a fuck if it's auto or stick shift
All I give a fuck is do we got a lift kit?
All I give a fuck is when I roll it off the mountain
Does it got some way for this channel to hook it?

They gon' drag so rusty I can shit to the road
And then I'm fixin' and I'm weakin' to it
NAH NAH NAH
I be ridin' in that Scottsdale
K-20 granite gear
Military ties chain
Swingin' like a chandelier
Grippin' grain and switchin' lanes

Only thing ever known
Square boat stunner from round the way
You know my heart made a stone
All this rap
Way out yonder where the law don't come where them city boys pass by and don't want none
I know that pain ain't pretty but that's some bitch run
Cause this is all that i know till down yonder i go
And you can tell them boys hell's coming with me

Feel drunk with some red
I'm down on the high road
That old shimmy with that primer still dripping
It's how it's raised how we living
Till high yonder i go