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"The gravel in my driveway's cheaper than your rent." This is the official lyrics video for "BAD MOTHA FKA"** by HOLLER TRAP. An unapologetic anthem for the broke, the busted, and the blamed. The ones holding onto pride when the dollars run out. Straight from the rusty gates of hell — this is country trap at its rawest. Mud on the tires. Diesel in the veins. And zero apologies. LYRICS: Bad Motha f**ka (Verse 1) Yeah, the gravel in my driveway's cheaper than your rent Got the constitution tattooed where my money went Granddaddy's .45 and a prescription bottle full of nerve A mean streak a mile wide, and a name I didn't earn They see the camo, think I'm lost out in the sticks 'Til I pull up on your block in a '94 with hydraulics, quick My lawyer's on speed dial, my therapist's Jim Beam I dream in torque and horsepower, and nightmares about city schemes I don't start fights, I just finish conversations With a rural kind of logic and zero reservations. (Pre-Chorus) Mama cried, said "Boy, you're just like your old man." I said "Thank you, ma'am," and shook the dirt off of my hands. The only crown I want is rust, on a Chevy cap So if you came to judge, partner, you can turn your ass right back. (Chorus) 'Cuz I'm a Bad Motha f**ka, with a Skoal ring and a curse A walking, talking, country song, for better or for worse My heart's in the holler, but my mind's in a cell I'm a Bad Motha f**ka, straight from the rusty gates of hell! Yeah, a Bad Motha f**ka, with mud on the tires Breathing diesel smoke and un-apologetic fires If you don't like the way it sounds, you can go to… Well, you know the rest, I'm a Bad Motha f**ka. (Beat drops into a heavier, syncopated trap rhythm with a sliding bass synth. A sampled banjo riff gets chopped and screwed.) (Verse 2) Your city bi*ch wants a cowboy, 'til she gets the real thing The smell of cut pine, Chesterfields, and a cheap wedding ring She wants the Instagram, not the all-night deer-stand wait The muddy jeans on her floorboards, not the complicated weight Of a man who speaks in silences and 4AM drives Who’s got more pride than dollars, but more truth than alibis. You rappers talkin' 'bout molly, we be mixing moonshine and meth Out here the American Dream's on its very last breath So I write anthems for the broke, the busted, and the blamed A flag flyin', middle-finger, whispered in the rain. (Pre-Chorus) The bank can take the house, but they can't take this land in my soul I'm part dirt, part gunpowder, and completely out of control. They call us backward, but we saw the end comin' first Nursing a nervous breakdown in a universe that's cursed. (Chorus) 'Cuz I'm a Bad Motha f**ka, with a Skoal ring and a curse A walking, talking, country song, for better or for worse My heart's in the holler, but my mind's in a cell I'm a Bad Motha f**ka, straight from the rusty gates of hell! Yeah, a Bad Motha f**ka, with mud on the tires Breathing diesel smoke and un-apologetic fires If you don't like the way it sounds, you can go to… Well, you know the rest, I'm a Bad Motha f**ka. (Bridge) Unapologetically country as hell, and angry as fuck! Caught between the Bible Belt and a run of bad luck. They stole our jobs, then they stole our dignity Now all that's left is this Bad Motha f**ka and this symphony… Of crickets, .22s, and a cash register's empty cha-ching… Yeah, sing it for the forgotten. Let that rusty bell ring. (Guitar solo - raw, squealing, full of feedback and pent-up emotion, over a driving double-time drum beat.) (Outro Chorus - Slowed back down, more deliberate, almost spoken) I'm just a Bad Motha f**ka… with a Skoal ring and a curse. A ghost in the kudzu… for better or for worse. My heart's in the holler… my mind's in a cell. I'm a Bad Motha f**ka… straight from the rusty gates of… hell. Hit like, comment your favorite line, and share this with someone who wears their rust like a crown. // JOIN THE HOLLER // ▶️ SUBSCRIBE: / @hollertrap 📺 WATCH DIRT CHURCH: • DIRT CHURCH | HOLLER TRAP ANTHEM (Official... 👑 WATCH RUSTED CROWN: • Rusted Crown | HOLLER TRAP (Official Lyric... 🌵 WATCH CONCRETE CACTUS: • HOLLER TRAP - CONCRETE CACTUS // RURAL KIN... 📱 HOLLER TRAP SHORTS: • HOLLER TRAP SHORTS New anthems every Friday at 5 PM PST. SUBSCRIBE OR TURN YOUR ASS RIGHT BACK. #HOLLERTRAP #BadMothaFka #OutlawAnthem #CountryTrap #HickHop #ForgottenAmerica #DieselSmoke #MudOnTheTires #NewMusic #OfficialLyricsVideo #RustyGatesOfHell #IronChain #BlueCollar