(Ohh... yeaa... we're the last of a dying breed...)

What happened to the soldiers that stood up for something instead of all these punk thugs that's no good for nothing?
All these sissy ass crybabies that wanna play the victim they just do it for attention, better pull up your damn britches boy
I ain't saying that I'm perfect but I refuse to be worthless so I choose to keep on working on myself as a better person
And you're the type that'll talk big, a big shot with a soft chin, ol fuck boy better calm down when ya talking with some grown men
You're the type that's got loose lips, you show ya gum but don't shoot the shit, you act hard but don't do shit, fuck you and your crew bitch!
You're the type that'll go to jail then call ya girl up raising hell, talking bout you need canteen, tell that dude to go fuck his self!
Especially what he did to you, all that bullshit that he put you through, lying cheating, put his hands on you, fuck that dude, you too damn cute

Don't waste your time on a fuckboy
Don't spend a dime on a fuckboy
Don't sit and cry for a fuckboy
Never ride or die for a fuckboy

This is for my soldiers, I'm showin love and all them good ol boys raised on shotguns
In the backwoods by the rivers and the creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the last of a dying breed
This is for my soldiers, I'm showin love for all them good ol boys raised on shotguns
In the backwoods by the rivers and the creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the last of a dying breed

Ahh... we the last of a dying breed... dying breed...
Yeaa... we the last of a dying breed

I'm the type that don't speak a lot, don't ask for much, and don't need a lot
These pussy boys they everywhere, god damn, I done seen alot
They call the cops every chance they get
They want the smoke but can't handle it, you call the cops on me boy
Better tell 'em to bring an ambulance
Because I'm the type that'll handle mine
If you want some too ya better stand in line
I've been ready for that blood shed
I'm a blood hound from the Florida pine
I'ma tell you once you pussy boy
I don't fuck around ya better know this
Come to my house, without a doubt, I'ma empty out this whole clip
Or if I'm buying groceries and you fuckboys try to approach me
And I got my kids with me, ya better act like you don't know me
Just walk on by, slowly, might turn me back to the old me
Where nobody could control me, I don't ever call the police
I do not play that bull shit, if I say shit then I do shit
Might fuck around and go stupid on the you fuckboys and lose it

Don't waste your time on a fuckboy
Don't spend a dime on a fuckboy
Don't sit and cry for a fuckboy
Never ride or die for a fuckboy

This is for my soldiers,I'm showing love and all them good ol boys raised on shotguns
In the backwoods by the rivers and the creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the last of a dying breed
This is for my soldiers, I'm showing love and all them good ol boys raised on shotguns
In the backwoods by the rivers and the creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the last of a dying breed

Ahh... we the last of a dying breed... dying breed...
Yeaa... we the last of a dying breed

Man you can't support shit, you bout as sorry as it gets, you got a pocket full of dope, you need your fucking ass whipped
You better feed them damn kids and quit taking all them pills, better find yo ass a gig and try to catch up on them bills
And if yo girl do the same shit, she lame as fuck too, but you the man of the house so I still blame you!

Don't waste your time on a fuckboy
Don't spend a dime on a fuckboy
Don't sit and cry for a fuckboy
Never ride or die for a fuckboy

Don't waste your time on a fuckboy
Don't spend a dime on a fuckboy
Don't sit and cry for a fuckboy
Never ride or die for a fuckboy

Hahahaa... yea man, we the last of a dying breed baby!
Come on, come on!

This is for my soldiers, I'm showing love and all them good ol boys raised on shotguns
In the backwoods by the rivers and the creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the last of a dying breed!
This is for my soldiers, I'm showing love and all them good ol boys raised on shotguns
In the backwoods by the rivers and the creeks, man we practice what we preach, we the last of a dying breed!

Aah... we the last of a dying breed