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Ass, Gas, or Grass – No Free Rides, Just Rules

Ass, Gas, or Grass – No Free Rides, Just Rules A gritty outlaw tale of seduction, smoke, and control on the open road. 🎶 Genre: Texas Blues / Country Rock 🎶 Mood: Seductive, Soulful 🎶 Tempo: 80–120 BPM 🎶 Voice Type: Male Voice 📷 Follow: @RawCutProductionsco 📌 Like it? Comment and share it. 👉 Facebook:   / rawcutproductionsco   — I drop 🔥 content and keep it 100. 🔔 Subscribe for more dirty outlaw ballads, backseat bangers, and rules-of-the-road anthems. 👇 Full lyrics below 👇 ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– [Verse 1] Picked her up on the highway, thumb in the breeze, Tight jeans, tank top, lookin' like a tease. I slowed to a crawl, said, “Where you headed, miss?” She smiled real sly, said, “Anywhere but this.” Threw her bag in the back, slid in real slow, Boots on the dash, said, “You drive fast… or is this car just for show?” [Pre-Chorus 1] I just smirked, tapped the dash real light, Said, “There’s a few ground rules ‘fore we ride all night…” [Chorus 1] Ass, gas, or grass — nobody rides for free, You gotta bring somethin’ if you wanna roll with me. A kiss, a dare, or a drop in the tank, This ain’t no charity, and I sure ain’t a saint. So ass, gas, or grass — come pay your fee, No free miles — that’s my policy. [Verse 2] She raised an eyebrow, then cracked a grin, Lit one up, said, “Guess I’m in.” Took a long drag, then passed it my way, Said, “That covers the grass — now hit the gas.” She dropped her jacket, showed some skin, Said, “Tell me what it takes to make your head spin.” She bit her lip, ran a hand down her thigh, Said, “Is it grass or my curves that make you high?” [Pre-Chorus 2] I kept one hand on the wheel, eyes on the line, Said, “Careful, girl — you're flirtin’ with time.” She laughed and leaned in, close enough to tease, I said, “Rules still stand… if you’re ridin’ with me.” [Chorus 2] Ass, gas, or grass — nobody rides for free, You sparked the fire — now feed the flame. A kiss, a dare, or a drop in the tank, The grass is good — but it’s not a pass. So ass, gas, or grass — come pay your fee, No free miles — that’s my policy. [Bridge] She slid off her seat, leaned over real slow, Whispered, “Baby… who said you were runnin’ the show?” Took my keys, grinned, and climbed on my lap, Said, “Ass, gas, or grass? I’m takin’ all that.” [Final Chorus] Ass, gas, or grass — nobody rides for free, She threw me back, said, “Let’s see what you got for me.” A grip on my belt and a bite on my neck, She flipped the fee — now I’m writin’ the check. So ass, gas, or grass — she took her prize, Left me wrecked, half-dressed, with my hands still tied. [Outro] Ashes on the floor, lipstick on the dash, Her boots left prints — and her bite drew blood. Window’s cracked, the night’s long gone, Seat’s still warm... but the devil moved on. She came in like fire… and left like sin. And I’d ride through hell just to feel that again. ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– 🔖 Hashtags #AssGasOrGrass #CountryRock #OutlawCountry #DirtyCountryLyrics #BackseatAnthem #TruckStopRomance #NoFreeRidesSong #SeductiveCountry #RoadTripAnthem #SouthernHeat #GrittySongwriting #RawCutProductionsco 📩 Licensing block For commercial use, sync licensing, collaborations, or to monetize this song on any platform: DM me directly on Facebook:   / rawcutproductionsco   You’re welcome to repost, react, or remix — just don’t monetize it or use it in ads without permission. Let’s build something 🔥 — the right way.