Текст песни BMF - Moonshine Bandits

BMF

BMF right out the rip
Sipping whiskey out of hip
Burning down bars every city I drift
A mama-tried outlaw son of a bitch

So throw your fingers up, show 'em who they fucking with
Let's go

Red, white, blue stripes, fight, fight, fight
We can rally, motherfucker, get hype, hype, hype
And I know I might die on these highway nights
But I was built for this life in the bright white lights
Rebel out the rip, every whip got a stick
Raising helly at Bonelli, we can empty out a clip
Now you can't be a boss if you ain't got the grit
And I can turn a honky tonk into a rowdy moshpit
Motherfucker, goddamn, I am him
Fuck every bar I'm banned in
I don't ask for respect, I demand it
I've been a BMF since I landed

BMF right out the rip
Sipping whiskey out of hip
Burning down bars every city I drift
A mama-tried outlaw son of a bitch

So throw your fingers up, show 'em who they fucking with

Gunshots on the block from a Sac-Town clique
Had a few brothers gone on a lane they split
How you gonna talk on some outlaw shit
When you ain't even been to a clubhouse, bitch?
Talking buck, buck, buck, have you ducking, motherfucker
You ain't even seen the shit I seen, brother
Harleys in the bar when they left a little rubber
Doing burnouts inside in the middle of the summer
Them boys had sticks with picks out the back
It was me, Kenny, Mick, and Jack
Back when Bobby in my Lincoln had to hide the strap
Them boys on the West Side had my back

BMF right out the rip
Sipping whiskey out of hip
Burning down bars every city I drift
A mama-tried outlaw son of a bitch

So throw your fingers up, show 'em who they fucking with

BMF right out the rip
Sipping whiskey out of hip
Burning down bars every city I drift
A mama-tried outlaw son of a bitch

So throw your fingers up, show 'em who they fucking with