Hash tag R. H. E. C.

(You know you love the movement)

(Don′t lie, don't lie, don′t lie)Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them boys 'round here

Yea they sunburnt and they corn fed

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them girls 'round here

Yea they fire hot with them long legs

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them boys ′round here

Yea they sunburnt and they corn fed

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them girls ′round here

Yea they fire hot with them long legs

Straight up outta Dixieland, I ain't gonna say the name

Chevy S10 sittin on a K5 frame

Born in a small town, that′s just how the shit goes

Once a nobody, now I get compared to Big Smo

Met a couple people that I like to call my homies

Fat Tarr from Tiller Gang, boy, 2 counties above me

The public seem to love me but these haters say I'm fronting (Huh!)

Bring your ass to Tennessee and lemme show you something (Yeah!)

We got trucks that look like grave digger, 35′s and go bigger

AR-15 .223 rounds with hair triggers

Straight tatted up like I'm dating Kat von D

Country boy fresh, representing middle Tennessee

Kentucky, Alabama, Georgia, Florida, Louisiana

Maryland and Mississippi and both of them Carolinas (Huh!)

R.H.E.C., raising hell up in them Tonka Toys

R.H.E.C., yeah you know that world-wide noise

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them boys round here

Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them girls round here

Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them boys round here

Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn fed

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them girls round here

Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs

Primer gray Ford with a hella lotta hunting stickers

Born where my roots tend to run just a little deeper

Barefoot bandit, grew up as a true creeker

Pop′s up at holly ran momma was a chill hippy (Hit me)

If the Devil was in was Georgia then he traveled down to Tennessee

I guess somebody told him that he had to come and challenge me

I put his ass in check like the kid with the fiddle

Then I left his ass numb with them backwoods riddles

I ain't trying to be a boaster but I roast it like a toaster

I'm as good as cold beer in the summer and you know it

Got you high like THC while you′re swinging off a rope swing

CEO, boy, hashtag R.H.E.C.

I just wanna give a big thanks

To Showtime, Tiller Gang, Fat Tarr, C-Hubb, Big John, Big Smo

You know you gotta represent for Tennessee

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them boys round here

Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn-fed

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them girls round here

Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them boys round here

Yeah, they sunburnt and they corn fed

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Raise hell and eat corn bread

Them girls round here

Yeah, they fire-hot with them long legs