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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Colt Ford
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jared Sciullo
Composer
Justin Spillner
Composer
Mike Fiorentino
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ KO
Producer
Noah Gordon
Producer
Shannon Houchins
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I got a copper still, hand built, up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up and chill
White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet
Lay down your Mason jars, you can't outshine me
[Verse 2]
I'ma put it out here, let me tell y'all something
What do ya'll think my still be pumpin'?
Ninety proof, spit the truth
Stop tellin' everybody you can do what I do
So if you can, you better get like me
Go sit down and write a hit like me
From where I stand you ain't **** to me
Gotta sell a fell mil outta your own still
I won't sugar coat it, burn your throat
Guess they scared, I'm locked and loaded
Real is all me, they all can feel me
Dirt road disciple, man of the people
Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it
Daylight to dark, me and my folks earn it
Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it
That's how we do it
Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it
Do it a little better than anyone else does it
[Verse 3]
Y'all are chasin' a thoroughbred
Y'all done got lapped, I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow down, I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford, remember my name
Haters, tweeters, bloggers, bashers
Watch your mouth, 'cause I run these pastures
[Verse 4]
I got a copper still, hand built, up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up and chill
White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet
Lay down your Mason jars, you can't outshine me
[Verse 5]
I got a copper still, hand built, up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up and chill
White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet
Lay down your Mason jars, you can't outshine me
[Verse 6]
I can't take this, I wanna make this real clear
What do y'all think I been doin' here?
Switchin' gears and changin' lanes
Jackin' up trucks, runnin' down lames
Light that flame for America
Cross that line, I'm darin' ya
Got a shotgun that'll take care of ya
And a mud hole that I'll bury ya
Gotta bunch of country folks all down to ride
And a bunch of rednecks ain't scared to fight
I'ma give it to you my way, dirt road, highway
Four wheel, jack it up, talk ****, back it up
Y'all a trippin', I'm outta your league
Sippin' shine and I'm hard to see
I'm something you'll never be
It's a pipe dream, you can't outshine me
'Cause I'm dura-coated, turbo charged
Everything about me is large
[Verse 7]
Y'all keep chasin' a thoroughbred
Y'all done got lapped, I'm miles ahead
I will never slow down, I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford, remember my name
Haters, tweeters, bloggers, bashers
Watch your mouth, 'cause I run these pastures
[Verse 8]
I got a copper still, hand built, up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up and chill
White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet
Lay down your Mason jars, you can't outshine me
[Verse 9]
I got a copper still, hand built, up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up and chill
White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet
Lay down your Mason jars, you can't outshine me
[Verse 10]
I got a copper still, hand built, up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up and chill
White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet
Lay down your Mason jars, you can't outshine me
[Verse 11]
I got a copper still, hand built, up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up and chill
White liquor hits you quicker, knock you off your feet
Lay down your Mason jars, you can't outshine me
Written by: Colt Ford, Jared Sciullo, Justin Spillner, Mike Fiorentino