Cm                                Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
Cm                           Cm
Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
          Cm                          Cm
I  got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin’
     Cm                               Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

[Verse]

Cm                                     Cm
My bank account lookin' George Strait, I ain't worried ’bout that
         Cm                                            Cm
Got more ice than Kid Rock in the mitten state and the winter season forecast, yeah
Cm                                Cm
Backwoods, my style still slap in the Black hoods
          Cm                                           Cm
Dirty ass in a flannel shirt rockin' Chevrolets with a cowl hood, but it sounds good
Cm                                    Cm
Never endin', that's my time, I bring hip-hop to thesе tall pines
    Cm                          Cm
The CMAs let a rappеr in, it be Upchurch on that dotted line
Cm
Rednecker than a redneck with tan lines
    Cm
But I'd really like a thick bitch on my time
    Cm
The backroad threat drippin' off my mind
           Cm
Like sauce to ribs, I want honey on mine
Cm
And some honeys on the line when the Cadillac's live
        Cm
This is my life and I'm just wingin’ it, child
Cm
Ain’t made no plans in a long-long time
        Cm
Cause I drift like a cowboy off in the night
Cm
Just listen for that Rover
Cm
Be aware of that smoke
     Cm
Just know there ain’t another one of me
     Cm
When it ends it's all that I wrote

[Chorus]

          Cm                      Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
Cm                              Cm
Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
          Cm                          Cm
I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin'
     Cm                               Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

[Post-Chorus]

          Cm                   Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Cm                           Cm
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
          Cm                   Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
     Cm                               Cm                  Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfuckerrrrrrrr

[Verse 2]

           Cm
Stay rich, it’s the big ballin'
   Cm                                   Cm
Bo Duke-ing my whole life, where's the '69 Charger?
Cm                              Cm
Confederate flag flyin' proudly while I'm smokin' loud leaf
Cm                                    Cm
If you don't like my people, tell the game
N.C.
They can all leave
      Cm                           Cm
Motherfucker, I don't care, we headbangin', smokin' killer pot
Cm                            Cm
We be sippin' out of jars and passin' out on rocky top
Cm                          Cm
Go ahead and call the cops, I got my cattle gates locked
Cm                              Cm
We ain't turnin' down until our bodies hit the ground and stop
          Cm                       Cm
It's that southside livin', Swamporghini still drippin'
      Cm                               Cm
Party at my house this weekend, twenty girlfriends went missin'
   Cm             Cm
Ha-ha, they say I flex too much
               Cm
Well, bitch, I got that southern comfort, you should
N.C.
Get you some

[Chorus]

          Cm                      Cm
I got the keys to the country, my diamonds kinda dusty
Cm                              Cm
Security like the President, so can't nobody touch me
          Cm                          Cm
I got the keys to the country, twenty deep when I go clubbin'
     Cm                               Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harley, motherfucker

[Post-Chorus]

          Cm                   Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
Cm                           Cm
Ride around my city with the keys to the country
          Cm                   Cm
I got the keys to the country, keys to the country
     Cm                               Cm
Only baddies hit my blunt and ride my Harleys, motherfucker