Off Road

Lyrics

[Chorus: Durwood Black & Demun Jones] We're goin' off road (Uh), way back off the highway (Uh) Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways Chrome stacked blowin' black to the skyway Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday Off road, way back off the highway (Uh) Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome) Chrome stacked blowin' black to the skyway (Uh) Throw on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday [Verse 1: Demun Jones] I've got my boys and my beard, they got toys jacked up to here Got room for a load of white tail in the rear, get a ladder 'cause you gotta climb up in here Ain't talkin' 'bout deer, and y'all know it, yeah we goin' off road for sure It's time for the boys with the rounds to blow it, where you see the convoy, don't follow it Let's just roll, roll, way back off the highway where nobody knows Corn rows and the sun shinin' bright right through the pine trees, that's where you'll find me Light breeze, Yeti on freeze, 71 Z's and Betty's on these Rockin' the states, Canadians overseas, refugees, Thai friends and Chinese Hit the web store for tanks and tees, with the logo on it please and thanks for the cheese Everything a JC boy needs, like feedin' my chicks, Red Wing's and Realtree's Ammunition's for AR-15's with a bump stock jumpin' like backward jeans Yeah, that's me, the one choppin' down trees, flippin' through high capacity magazines [Chorus: Durwood Black & Demun Jones] We're goin' off road (Uh), way back off the highway (Uh) Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome) Chrome stacked blowin' black to the skyway Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday Off road, way back off the highway (Uh) Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome) Chrome stacked blowin' black to the skyway (Uh) Throw on some Hank (Upchurch), let's crank it like it's Friday [Verse 2: Upchurch] Where's the keys to my four-wheeler? I'm about to tear this whole track up Tony Stewart these fuckin' punks, no breaks, all I know is gas, son Me and Demun in a K5 with a brush guard like a freight train We gon' party hard in this cornfield, let the KC lights just guide the way To a dead end road in the game reserve where them shotgun shells ain't even heard Where the pot plants grow and the moonshine burns and the cops don't go 'cause of shit they heard Got rednecks tatted on their face and hands (Hands), dirty work puts money in the pants (Pants) Red Camaro, turbo with the trans (Trans), dashboard rockin' two tanned up legs Never had a chance to come roll up fresh, paint jobbin' on my truck with some Walmart cans Camouflage on them dents baby I'm that man, turnt up like a bunch of fuckin' Nascar fans Shit, all I do is win like Ricky Bobby, behind the seat Benelli with the shottie Me and Jones about to crank the party, hope you rockin' on some Mickey Thompson's [Chorus: Durwood Black & Demun Jones] We're going off road, way back off the highway (Uh) Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome) Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway (Uh) Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday Off road, way back off the highway (Uh) Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome) Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway (Uh) Throw on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday Off road, way back off the highway (Uh) Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome) Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway (Uh) Put on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday Off road, way back off the highway (Uh) Head out the window with the hat cocked sideways (I got my chrome) Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway (Uh) Throw on some Hank, let's crank it like it's Friday [Outro: Demun Jones] I got my chrome Uh I got my chrome Uh, uh I got my chrome Uh I got my chrome Uh, uh