Lyrics

Verse 1:
This ain’t Hollywood, pretty boy—
When the guns go bang, they ain’t playin’ for show!
This ain’t Hollywood, pretty boy—
We don’t fake the funk, we let the real shit flow!
You talkin’ that talk, but your hands are weak,
We cut through the bullshit, we’re the ones you seek!
Little house on the prairie? Nah, we got a cabin in hell,
Double-barrel justice, watch a motherfucker yell!

Pre-Chorus:
Wish a motherfucker would, yeah, come test the crew—
We ride up on you like Smokey and the Bandit do!
Slap you silly, Wyatt Earp, open-handed, backhanded too,
You gon’ stand there and bleed or you gon’t do what you do?

Chorus:
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(Bang! Bang! Bang!—That’s the outlaw sound!)
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(We live it, we breathe it, we stomp the ground!)
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(You talkin’ that talk, but we’re comin’ for your crown!)
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(We’re as real as it gets, and we’re burnin’ it down!)

Verse 2:
Where them big guns y’all talkin’ ‘bout?
We got ‘em cocked, locked, and ready to clout!
This ain’t Fight Club, but we’ll knock you out—
We talk that talk, and we walk it out!
You fake as hell, tryna make a sale,
We’re heavyweights, breakin’ the scale!
Sissy boys break a nail, we break the rules,
We show and prove, we’re the outlaw fools!

Pre-Chorus:
No show and tell, we show and move,
We’re history in the makin’, and you know it’s true!
Better sit your ass down, we’re the outlaw nation,
We’re the realest in the game, no hesitation!

Chorus:
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(Bang! Bang! Bang!—That’s the outlaw sound!)
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(We live it, we breathe it, we stomp the ground!)
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(You talkin’ that talk, but we’re comin’ for your crown!)
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(We’re as real as it gets, and we’re burnin’ it down!)

Bridge:
Ridin’ through the towns, gears a-blazin’!
Came to shut it down, we ain’t fazin’!
What you talkin’ ‘bout? What you sayin’?
Better say it loud, we’re the outlaw nation!
Pedal to the floor, we’re racin’ the night,
Kick down the door, we’re takin’ the fight!
Tennessee, Alabama, West Virginia hills,
We got the pedal down, we got the outlaw thrills!

Outro:
We ain’t lookin’ back, we ain’t lookin’ for deals,
We put our name on the map, we don’t need no wheels!
We don’t talk about nothin’ if we ain’t ever did it,
We don’t run our damn mouth if we ain’t ever lived it!
Sky’s the limit? Hell no, we’re shootin’ for the moon!
Nothin’ comes easy, so get ready—we’re comin’ soon!

Chorus (Finale):
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(Bang! Bang! Bang!—That’s the outlaw sound!)
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(We live it, we breathe it, we stomp the ground!)
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(You talkin’ that talk, but we’re comin’ for your crown!)
This ain’t Hollywood, young boy!
(We’re as real as it gets, and we’re burnin’ it down!)