SOLD OUT

HARDY, HARDY, HARDY, HARDY HARDY, HARDY, HARDY, HARDY HARDY, HARDY, HARDY, HARDY HARDY, HARDY, HARDY, HARDY HARDY, HARDY, HARDY Gold records on the sheetrock Not bad for a boy from Mississippi Yeah, I could buy a Maybach But I'm still in my F-150 And my last name Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be A lotta things changed Except one thing, me I'm still the same old redneck fuck, don't give a damn Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Yeah, middle finger to the sky, buddy, that's right I don't sprinkle Dixie Crystal on my half-time (yeah) Keep your in-crowd, I'll be the outcast I'll be country 'til I'm dead, that's on my last name My last name Is a whole lot bigger than I thought it'd be A lotta things changed But if there's somethin' you should know about me I'm still the same old redneck fuck, don't give a damn Ain't afraid to throw a dead buck on my Instagram Grain alcohol in my cup, got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out (yeah) Yeah, wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Yeah, middle finger to the sky 'til I'm gone and dead .44 in the Ford for the copperheads Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out Middle finger to the sky 'til I'm gone and dead .44 in the Ford for the copperheads Alcohol in my cup, got the whole house Wall to wall and I still ain't sold out