Karaoké Fafo Bryan Martin & Charlie Farley, OG Caden & Austin Tolliver

Go and find out

Go and find out

I love my country

Love my freedom

Fuck a welfare

No I don't need 'em

Shotgun raised from the woods to the plate

Ain't never went hungry

Ain't ever too late

To come around here son runnin' your mouth

You can fuck around and find out

You can fuck around and find out

You may make it through the snakes snares and alligators

But once you get to the gate you can't depend on your waders

Hah

I'm talkin'

'Cos you'll be over your tater

I'm talkin' growin' tomatoers

Yeah

Feedin' the worms

I'll fish with later

I'll have a fish stick plate over a six-foot grave before I take a knee as our anthem plays

Yeah go

My hands on my heart

I stand on what I say

What I say and that Second Amendment handles what I can't

I ain't tryin' to be Billy badass or talk shit

I'm just sayin' there's the line

Don't cross it

I had a red Ryder gun when I was three so I don't run or hide from anythin'

Bitch I'm a red, white and blue collar boy from the South

Yeah that's right

You can fuck around and find out

I love my country

Love my freedom

Fuck a welfare

No I don't need 'em

Shotgun raised from the woods to the plate

Ain't never went hungry

Ain't ever too late

To come around here son runnin' your mouth

You can fuck around and find out

You can fuck around and find out

OG

There he go

You can fuck around and find out

If they lookin' for me well they know where to find me

I'll be half drunk

Strapped up in a white tee

Strapped up in a white tee

I can show you if it's needed

When you see it you'll believe it

If you don't love it you can leave it

Michael Jackson

You can beat it

F-A-F-O

I teach you how this game go

Different joint, same smoke

Wake up, wear the same clothes

Real redneck

I'm a piece of white trash

Blue collar boy but my lady's high class

Got my music way up loud with a cigar in my mouth

Fuck around and come find out how we do it in the south

Ain't sayin' nothin' but you're runnin' that mouth

I never take a handout

I'm too damn proud

I'm a son of the dirty South where the trucks sit high and these straight pipes loud

This land

A land of freedom

Double barrels in case we need 'em

Man up or sit your ass down

We done talkin'

Fuck around and find out

I love my country

Love my freedom

Fuck a welfare

No I don't need 'em

Shotgun raised from the woods to the plate

Ain't never went hungry

Ain't ever too late

To come around here son runnin' your mouth

You can fuck around and find out

You can fuck around and find out

You can fuck around and find out

Go and find out

Go and find out