[Intro](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 BandPlay[Verse 1]I'm from that dirty dirty, spray-paint the Cadillac in the drivewaySmoke one with the police when they off-duty on FridayRidin' around in my city on that two-stroke ridin' wheeliesAnd you ain't never gonna catch me, don't waste time writin' ticketsMister fuck a public image, you know that I'm here to get itAnd they trippin' 'cause I'm different, my blueprint leavin' indentionsI drop shit and get attention, they know that the boy ain't playin' nowRappers fallin' over like the cows I used to tip when IWould be out at a party straight up goin' all for that apple pieAnd I'm gon' rep this shit I do until the fuckin' day I dieCreek water sippin', rollin' stoned until my lungs collapseEarly model 80's, F-150 and the system slapBad bitch in the passenger, ass fatter than a Georgia peachYour favorite rapper mad 'cause his style cannot compare to me[Chorus]So where that red carpet at, roll it out so I can wipe my feetBefore it's over I'll be shootin' birds live on CMTRadio stations try to act like they ain't heard of meNow I'm on my windows tinted, backseat with the curtain shitSo where that red carpet at, roll it out so I can wipe my feetBefore it's over I'll be shootin' birds live on CMTRadio stations try to act like they ain't heard of meNow I'm on my windows tinted, backseat with the curtain shit[Verse 2]Fuck a backseat and a curtain, let 'em see me driveWindows down, pistol loaded and my fuckin' doors unlockedJohnny Cash in my attitude, straight Casanova like Elvis PresleyGirls sit in front of the stage, wanna touch my boots, straight goin' crazyDirty dirty, middle of the cut, and I stay proud of thatI put on for my people in the small towns all across the mapThem underdogs and misfits, soldiers overseas for realBitch, I keep a couple Chris Kyles 'round my tour bus[Chorus]So where that red carpet at, roll it out so I can wipe my feetBefore it's over I'll be shootin' birds live on CMTRadio stations try to act like they ain't heard of meNow I'm on my windows tinted, backseat with the curtain shitSo where that red carpet at, roll it out so I can wipe my feetBefore it's over I'll be shootin' birds live on CMTRadio stations try to act like they ain't heard of meNow I'm on my windows tinted, backseat with the curtain shit[Outro]Backseat with the curtain shitBackseat with the curtain shit, backseat with the curtain shitBackseat with the curtain shitBackseat with the curtain shit
