Em
Em
Church
Am   Em  Em
Gold

[Chorus]

N.C.
I just give it
Em
Gas, stomp it to the floor
        Em                             Am
My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up
               Em
I just give it gas like the race don't end
                Em                        Am
My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
               Em
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
     Em                 Am
28's chop, trunk picked up
               Em
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
             Em
Breaks ain't workin' near as good as I am
               Em
I just give it gas

[Verse 1]

Em
I ain't ever see an E, me, never took an L
Em                                Am
Back when I was broke I was still ridin' in somethin' fresh as hell
Em
Yeah, Hank Williams out them Memphis 12's
Em
Southside swervin',
N.C.
Boss Hog in a old Chevelle
Em
Hillbilly got the flavor like a whole rack of ribs
      Em                               Am
Rebel flag diamond ring, they shake my hand and they know what it is
Em
Red Chevy, blue Ford, that's a civil war
Em                      Am
People treat me shitty, why would I be civil for?
Em
I stay quiet 'cause there ain't no use in helpin' folks
      Em                                 Am
Cause they gon' fuck you over, leave you stranded out there all alone
Em
Bitch I'm bone stock, ridin' solo, no clock
      Em
I'm a legend in the storm, call me Whitey and I can shout it back[?]

[Chorus]

               Em
I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor
        Em                             Am
My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up
               Em
I just give it gas like the race don't end
                Em
My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
Am             Em
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
     Em                 Am
28's chop, trunk picked up
               Em
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
             Em
Breaks ain't workin' near as good as I am
               Em
I just give it gas

[Verse 2]

Em
I'm like the beast and they know why
                 Em                     Am
Cause they don't let me pop up at award shows lookin' too fly
Em
Barbecue stain on my pearl button up
       Em
Tell a hatin' country singer, bitch, shut the fuck up
        Em
Yeah, I shoulda been born in the 70s
              Em                              Am
Because these young spiffy hippies be lookin' hella sketch on me
Em
And my T chip like my new 6-7
Em
All black cash, front gate like Heaven
Em
Head filled with the raps like a 7-11
               Em                          Am
I guess that's what I get for smokin' weed down in the southland
   Em
Up-Motherfuckin'-Church smokin' weed at the sermon
        Em
Passin' Jesus fat joints 'cause he's the one who wrote 'em

[Chorus]

               Em
I just give it gas, stomp it to the floor
        Em                             Am
My 28's choppin' with the trunk picked up
               Em
I just give it gas like the race don't end
                Em
My brakes ain't workin' near as good as I am
Am             Em
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
     Em                 Am
28's chop, trunk picked up
               Em
I just give it gas, I just give it gas
             Em
Breaks ain't workin' near as good as I am
Am
I just give it gas