I′m a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin′

Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I'm drinkin′

Chevrolet when I′m drivin', I don′t care about the yearI just need my hands on the wheel, so I can steer, steer clear

Ayy, I think I mighta made it, I'm smokin′ piles of clover (damn, yeah)

And I don't know no rappers, camouflagin′ Rovers (nah, ha-ha)

And I don't know no rappers on the stage doin' they shit like Huckleberry (yeah)

Throwin′ 1000 dollar boots into a crowd three or four days a weekend (you know it)

Like bitch, gimme my holster, blah, bitch, gimme my keys, yeah

Gimme my wallet with the ripped ID ′cause I smoked a OZ at the DMV

Ha-ha, Church, ha-ha, search, Google my name, I'm known in the cut (yeah)

Hollywood couldn′t even have me if they wrote me

A motherfuckin' check by the whole wide world

They want me on a label, my ass cannot be labeled (nah, nah)

They hungry just to touch me, but my touch of stone is fatal (yeah, yeah)

And my mama told me, "Don′t look back like a story deep in the Bible" (praise God)

I'm a rapper sittin′ in a tall tree, infinite ammunition for this rifle

I'm a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin′

Marijuana smokin′, Jim Beam when I'm drinkin′

Chevrolet when I'm drivin′, I don't care about the year

I just need my hands on the wheel, so I can steer, steer clear

Steer clear of the shit tryna always puncture my radiator

Leavin′ me in the heat that turned to rust

'Til I done turned into a fuckin' gladiator (ah)

I got massive haters, smashin′ labels

Lookin′ like buckwheat with a fuckin' sack of taters (ha)

27 and rich, and I′m pissin' off my neighbors (yeah)

′Til I get a text message from the county sheriff

'Cause I ain′t ever had shit, now I got it in my hand

All my brothers got Jeeps, and my mama got land

All my bills paid with a couple deer stamps

Still ain't bought a Ferrari, or diamond rocks for my hand (nah)

Motherfuck high class, and a glass of Chardo-whatever you call it

I'm hillbilly ballin′, blue collar my partner

22×14s on my truck from the ′90s

Rebel flag flyin' southern pride drippin′ out the tailpipe

"Rollin' Stoned" sticker stuck up in the back glass

Fuckin′ Trump on the bumper, motherfucker get back

I don't care about myself, I′ma die for a reason

Real mo'fuckers huntin' year round, no season

I′m a tall grass sittin′, long term thinkin'

Marijuana smokin′, Jim Beam when I'm drinkin′

Chevrolet when I'm drivin′, I don't care about the year

I just need my hands on the wheel, so I can steer, steer clear

Tall grass sittin', long term thinkin′

Marijuana smokin′ and Jim Beam drinkin'

I′m a tall grass sittin', long term thinkin′ (whoa)

Marijuana smokin', Jim Beam when I′m drinkin' (whoa-whoa-whoa)

Chevrolet, when I'm drivin′, I don′t care about the year (whoa-whoa)

I just need my hands on the wheel, so I can steer, steer clear