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Red Carpet

(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Yeah
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Dirty dirty
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
Yeah
(Backseat with the curtain shit)
(Let the band play)

I'm from that dirty dirty, spray-paint a Cadillac in the driveway
Smoke one with the police when they off-duty on Friday
Riding around in my city on that two-stroke [?]
And you ain't never gonna catch me, don't waste time writing tickets
Mister fuck a public image, you know that I'm here to get it
And they tripping 'cause I'm different, my blueprint leaving [?]
I drop shit and get attention, they know that the boy ain't playing now
Rappers falling over like the [?]
We'll be out at a party straight up going all for that apple pie
And I'm gon' wreck the shit I do until the day I die
Creek water sipping, rolling stoned until my lungs collapse
Early model 80s and for 50 and system slap[?]
Bad bitch in the passenger, ass fatter than a judge appeals
[?] rapper man because his stock cannot compare to me

So when they red, call me that, roll it out so I can wipe my feet
Before it's over I'll be shooting birds live on CMT
Radio stations try to act like they ain't heard of me
Now have all my windows tainted, backseat with the curtain shit
So when they red, call me that, roll it out so I can wipe my feet
Before it's over I'll be shooting birds live on CMT
Radio stations try to act like they ain't heard of me
Now have all my windows tainted, backseat with the curtain shit

Fuck a backseat and a curtain, let 'em see me drive
Windows down, pistol loaded and my fucking doors unlocked
Johnny Cash in my attitude, straight Casanova like Elvis Presley
Girls sit in front of the stage, one touched my boots straight gone crazy
Dirty dirty, middle of the country, and I stay proud of that
I put on for my people in the small towns all across the map
Them underdogs and misfits, soldiers overseas for [?]
Bitch, I keep a couple Chris Kyles where my [?]

So when they red, call me that, roll it out so I can wipe my feet
Before it's over I'll be shooting birds live on CMT
Radio stations try to act like they ain't heard of me
Now have all my windows tainted, backseat with the curtain shit
So when they red, call me that, roll it out so I can wipe my feet
Before it's over I'll be shooting birds live on CMT
Radio stations try to act like they ain't heard of me
Now have all my windows tainted, backseat with the curtain shit

Backseat with the curtain shit
Backseat with the curtain shit, backseat with the curtain shit
Backseat with the curtain shit
Backseat with the curtain shit

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