[Chorus]
I came from that dirty marsh, like Marshall Evans
Cateye laid back, headlights pointed at the Heavens
I might drop the 35s, cop 6s and 7s
Had to stop to take a truck pic at 7/11
But I ain't never thrown a slushie at the windshield
I'm just way too smooth, I play it cool, just call me Rich Hill
My boys like to cut up, spin the pickup like a windmill
Bubba for the win and in the summer switch to big wheels, for real
[Verse 1]
She ain't never rode high, wanna hop in that's okay with me
Ask me if it's loud, girl, you'll know soon as I crank the key
Homemade, it exclusive, bae run mafia [?]
At a Thorp show, PH blastin' while I pay the fee
Cruisin' like I'm Mel, '05, 7 in a bowtie
2019 all thе youngins yellin' fo' times
Ridin' on the tirе, windows all black
I was just in the Bahamas, country thuggin' like I'm track
Aight, kill a beat, outline it in white chalk
I can mix the country talk with the truck talk
I been at it for a while, boy, don't play with me
[?] like I'm on sum' icy, I can make it skate like skis
[Chorus]
I came from that dirty marsh, like Marshall Evans
Cateye laid back, headlights pointed at the Heavens
I might drop the 35s, cop 6s and 7s
Had to stop to take a truck pic at 7/11
But, I ain't never thrown a slushie at the windshield
I'm just way too smooth, I play it cool, just call me Rich Hill
My boys like to cut up, spin the pickup like a windmill
Bubba for the win and in the summer switch to big wheels, for real
[Verse 2]
Ion care about foreigns, I need squarebodies and big blocks
I can't cop a rollie' 'cause I came up off of TikTok
Woo, boost the algorithm I been tryna trick it
Who am I? Sladeboyy with two y's, I told Gucci to kick it
Made 'em all mad 'cause I had altered suspension
You don't like it [?] just to up the tension
They was tryna give me money, tellin' me to go and fix it
Ahh, I get to it in a minute
[Chorus]
I came from that dirty marsh, like Marshall Evans
Cateye laid back, headlights pointed at the Heavens
I might drop the 35s, cop 6s and 7s
Had to stop to take a truck pic at 7/11
But I ain't never thrown a slushie at the windshield
I'm just way too smooth, I play it cool, just call me Rich Hill
My boys like to cut up, spin the pickup like a windmill
Bubba for the win and in the summer switch to big wheels, for real (For real)