I Mow, I Till Lyrics - Singles - Redneck Souljers

[Intro: Fatt Tarr] 

I fish, I dip, I flip the script 

Mow grass, whoop ass, that's country shit 

[Intro: C-Hubb] 

Got a microphone in my left hand 

Jack in my right and I'm raisin it 

[Intro: Tarr] 

I cuss, I fight I drink a bit 

Boots on, hat down, I'll sip a fifth 

[Intro: Hubb] 

If that's the shit you don't like 

Well tough tits thats how I live! 

[Hook: Fatt Tarr/C-Hubb] 

I Mow, I till, got Bud Light on chill 

I fish, I grill, boe that's just how I live because 

I roll, I ride, got mud on all for tires 

Said I roll, I ride, it's goin down tonight, cause.. (2x) 

[Verse 1: C-Hubb] 

I Mow, I till, this homegrown is killin me, I fish, I grill 

This country girl is feelin' me, and speakin' of killin' things 

I'm about to go second degree, and kill the track and eat it up 

I'm A blue tick with a pedigree 

I'm ridin' through a dirty trail, in daddys old green pickup, its a 96 

Still splittin' sticks, I run the farm in this truck. (yeah) 

And in the woods C-Hubb will get that buck, I ain't stuck in a rut 

I'm about to make it jump, you can call this thing mud cause' I'm bouta kick it up! 

Hubb is bringin' chicken and the liquor and the women and it's lookin like we're winnin 

So I'm rollin' through the finish Liiiine. Got my fishin line by my two mile road 

Hidden in them piiiines. Till we finally find the bonfire and them country folk 

There's plenty beer and a water hole, so we drinkin' swingin' off the rope 

We grillin' up some chicken wings, and there's daisy dukes on them pretty things 

Ain't everybody met yet but we all reppin' Tiller Gang. (yeah) 

Picture that, we in the woods, way off the map 

And if we finish off the beer, good thing I brought this fifth of Jack! 

[Verse 2: Fatt Tarr] 

I roll, I ride, just got a brand new tiller boe 

I can, survive, a country boy with the 4-wheel drive 

And the lake, is live, got the catfish jumpin' out that bitch 

Now cast, a line, gotta tell ya how I live just one more time.. 

At the Franklin County small engine, I holler at ole' Joe Owens 

Yeah he knows them damn motors, bouta get my mower goin 

Like the Tennessee river we flow, plant seed now watch it grow 

Turn on the grill and watch it smoke, drink cold beer while chillin' on the boat 

(HERE WE GO) One more time, let me see y'all crank them tines 

Crack that jack, kick them raps, yeah unwind like a ball of twine! 

Now who am I? Fatt Tarr, got the shine in the jar, shoulda been president 

Now go get me my damn guitar. Hell, don't make me tell you twice 

Cause this buzz got me feelin nice. Got the coolers, got the grill 

And Bigg Johns bouta get the ice. Yeah it's goin down tonight 

Big ole' fire let's get it right, then we're huntin in the morning 

Yeah we love this southern life! Cause.. 

[hook: 3x]