Lyrics

[Intro] Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na Sing along suckers, it's the Redneck Social Club Na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na [Verse 1: [?] & [?]] It's Friday night and we're kickin' at the mud pit Rollin' so hard the cops even don't give a shit Cold beer up town the flyest little honey dip A splash of Crown in the extra large Vanilla Coke I say screw you as I part from the smoke (woah) You lookin' for a fight then you found it sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka, sucka [Chorus: [?] & [?]] Country fried Bible buddies, spiked lemon berry pies It's a Redneck Social Club This is how we, this is how we, this is how we rock Kickin' at the mud pit Na-na-na-na If you wanna get the tires wet Na-na-na-na The country folks from the woods The country folks from the hood Let's all go hard down at the mud pit Hey hey [Verse 2: [?] & [?]] Donuts in the parkin' lot dogs in the back Headed down to Texas with a six point twelve pack Oh snap, whose that shooters on the radio Haha yeah You know I grip in sins in my cut off jeans Tank top flip flops aviators on the scene, aviators on the scene (ohh) Got a bush in my hand, don't mean in a can It's on tonight you better call your whole fam' [Chorus: [?] & [?]] Country fried Bible buddies, spiked lemon berry pie It's a Redneck Social Club This is how we rock Kickin' at the mud pit Na-na-na-na If you wanna get the tires wet Na-na-na-na The country folks from the woods The country folks from the hood Let's all go hard down at the mud pit Hey hey [Interlude] [Outro: [?] & [?]] Kickin' at the mud pit If you wanna get the tires wet Na-na-na-na We're country folks from the woods We're country folks from the hood Kickin' at the mud pit Na-na-na-na If you wanna get the tires wet Na-na-na-na We're country folks from the woods We're country folks from the hood Let's all go hard down at the mud pit Hey 'Til we roll hard down at, roll hard down at the 'Til we roll hard down at the mud pit