Hillbillies of AFF Nation

Lyrics

Intro:
I could really go for a fund me, right now.
Powder Puff, Mayo, and tartar sauce, on white (crackers)
Go vegan, go homeless, or Go Fund Me?
“Locked out of my accounts!” In just one night
Oops, where are my manners?
That was so rude of me.
Come on all you haters.
Let me introduce you, to the family.

Verse 1:
(Hi, haters!)
What was that? (I cunt hear you!)
Go and get the “D” out of your mouth. (Gurgling)
Too busy swallowing all yours lies, You should’ve spit out real facts.
Your content hasn’t ever reached its peak. (Weak)
Like the “Little engine” you could never be. (I think I can!)
Even in a mugshot, Austin would still have you beat! (Yeet!)
So while you cash in your dignity and pride.
Claiming that money for sympathy donations. (Fraud)
A.F.F., represent your Honky side.
We are the Hillbillies of A.F.F. Nation! (Yeet x2)

Chorus:
Backwoods, suburbs, cities far and wide, (yeehaw!)
Let’s call out these haters on their lies!
Go grab your next door neighbor and doe si doe . (wee-doggie!)
At least our work experience wasn’t a hoe. (Mud cricket!)
We work our fingers to the bone.
Then to beg for loose change in front of a phone. (I have to move.)
So, get up and sho’ our haters appreciation. (Powder Puffs)
Cause we are the Hillbillies of A.F.F. Nation. (Yeet x2) (hoe)

Verse 2:
(Hi,fakers!)
Why are you still runnin’ your mouth? (Shit talkin’)
From the B.S. you speak we can’t understand. (Gurgling)
I see why your application was denied on Only Fans. (Hahaha)
Using Austin’s name to get your viewers,
Spreading lies about you’re the victim,
Next verse is a trigger. (Warning!)
You couldn’t get a million with TikTok’s best filter.
Call us names and racial slurs,
To cover your lack of content creation.
I’ll be your Huckleberry, bitch!
Representing all the Hillbillies of A.F.F. Nation! (Yeet x2)

Chorus:
Backwoods, suburbs, cities far and wide, (yeehaw!)
Let’s call out these haters on their lies!
Go grab your next door neighbor and doe si doe . (wee-doggie!)
At least our work experience wasn’t a hoe. (Mud cricket!)
We work our fingers to the bone.
Then to beg for loose change in front of a phone. (I have to move.)
So, get up y’all,
sho’ our haters appreciation. (Powder Puffs)
Cause we are the Hillbillies of A.F.F. Nation. (Yeet x2) (hoe)