Lyrics:
Tryna stay on fire like a Traeger
Til I
Get the fuckin call I saw a prayer
Ye ya
I'm the one you gotta know
Making music on the go
Tryna find a larger
Slap a T-bone steak on my Traeger, while singing to The Man in Black
Put a bullet through an old beer can, in denim with a real nice fit
I like men
How bout the weather?
How are the kids doing?
Did you see the big game?
What about Jeff's brand new Traeger grill?
Is that your boyfriend?
Buy a new
on the wall
Shows me I'm no longer small
Watchin' all my brunette fade to gray
Grandpa flippin' burgers on the Traeger
Niece and nephew who's the hider
viennent du coeur
J'laisse ma trace sur les réseaux, comme un train et son tagger
Le bénéfice avant tout, merci pour les Tips Traeger
J'sui pas le mec de la
riding
That hoochie coochie cuddlin’ you
Ain’t no stopping us we ain’t leavin’
Just getting’ started now
Traeger grills and cold beer drinkin’
Watchin’
a javelin throw to the pick of the day
All different, depends on the hate
Traeger no cloud, it's a flame with no rake
It's so easy to spread with no type
Rockin board shorts oaklies and tan flip flops
Cherry wood smokes comin from my traeger grill
Can of bush light sittin by my rod and reel
Couple tunes come
and my neck (Oo)
Pull up with a flooded Patek
Chilling downtown, Jimmer Fredette
Heavy soles, Bottega
He want some smoke, put him in a Traeger
Ever since
Shred you apart like you're boiled meat
Sliding right off the bone when I hold the heat
You get smoked, Traeger rocks
I drink the blood of my enemies like
with my wife
(And kids and dog and cat
And a real nice yard
The wife and kids yeah they got me a Traeger grill for Father's Day
I'm thinking about having
the future
When you blinking they can shoot you
Keep your eyes open
On the Traeger of the shooter
Keep us still body hands up like I told you
If you want
DirecTV on the screen oh man that's Chris Traeger, wait that's Rob Lowe!
Peyton Manning was a Bronco
Boston had Rondo
Third Base for Colorado
His name?
you act like the beta
Love this rap shit like I love some fuckin' ribs on the Traeger
Going hard until I meet my maker
Running up the track, Outlast, shorty
Traeger with the blade, I slash, shorty
Here is the sound of a strap, shorty
Brrrrat, shorty
What that boy talking
figure
Cause your mom a baddie and I'm grillin on a Traeger
Mr. Milkman, fill up my milk cans
Her breasts must be burst cause I'm filling like 2 cans
1 in
a medic
Get more power as my locs grow
I see you dread it
See the crown see the throne
That's that king esthetic
Fire as a Traeger grill after you feed it
I say she has barbecue in Traeger later (We out)
I had a dream that
You would change our life (Ba ba ba)
Our life
When it came true
I knew I'd be your
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