Drink don’t need no mix, just drip on my wrist
Backwood thick, got the moonshine twist
Shaboozey pour it straight from the jug to the sky
BigX in the back with the .45 ride
Ice on the flask, no chaser, no cap
Whole county on my back like a bourbon-soaked map
Sippin’ sin from a tin, let the corn liquor burn
If the world drown tonight, we ain’t waitin’ our turn