White Trash Life - Big B

I ain’t got much, but that’s the way it goes

I’m a failure, yeah maybe so

I just live my life that you called a trend

But I’mma stay this way to the very end

White trash, that’d be the life for me

White trash, that’s all I’ll ever be

White trash, that’d be the life for me

White trash, that’s all I’ll ever be

It’s the white trasher, house party crasher

Y’all don’t wanna mess with me

I’m pulling up to the party on a grey ten speed

Saying «What up dog, it’s Big B!»

I’m not braggin', Dickie Saggin'

Someone’s on the wall, that’s what I’m taggin'

Cadillac pimpin', PBR sippin'

You wanna step to this kid, you must be trippin'

And I ain’t gonna stop 'til I reach the top

Barbecuing in the front yard, cars in the back

Neighbors upstairs saying I don’t know how to act

We’re hot rod rollin', big can holin'

Wish I had a chain but homie I ain’t golden

Loud mouth speakin', whiskey drinkin'

Catch me late night on the streets just creepin'

First name basis at the county jail

You know it’s messed up when your friends and family don’t answer the phone to

bring you bail

Yeah, tattooed from head to toe

Getting dirty looks wherever I go

Harley ridin', never law abidin'

Kid you stepping up, I guarantee we fightin'!

I’ve never been the type to be like them

I’ve never been the type to wanna fit in

I love punk rock and hip hop, low rider chop top

Pretty girls in tank tops

I like big trucks and choppers, lead sleds and boppers

Pin up girls in red lipstick and Guarders

Thats what I like!