Rollin’ Like A Redneck

Lyrics

[Intro] Wow, Christy, do you see that truck? I mean gross, that is so tacky That must be one of those rednecks I've heard about! [Verse 1] Hop in the truck, come on lets roll Just bought a case of beer Now we headin' for a mud hole (haha) County boys and we do it right Got the bill of my hat pointing strait to the sky (yeah man) Carhartt and Wranglers on Bass Pro hat, camouflage on my phone (look) Got the Browning decal on the back Right next to a G What you know about that I'm country and that's how we live If ya got moonshine then I'm takin' a sip (haha, there you go) Some folks call me a redneck I smile and take it as a compliment (hah) I live life the only way I know how Walk with a swagger and I rep the south (yea) And if you see me as I'm riding through the crowd I'm hangin' out the window screamin' it loud [Chorus] Yeah buddy, rollin' like a redneck Trucks jacked up I got a smoke stacks Nuts hanging off the hitch And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch (haha) Yeah I'm living that right (that right, that right) And I'm ridin' that tight (that tight, that tight) Son I'm ridin' so tight that my tires sound like a damn bull dog bite [Verse 2] Yeah my tires sound like a damn bull dog bite Wakin' people up as I ride through at night And don't forget about the skyjacker lift kit How you think I made the 44's fit (haha) Don't you know we ain't playin' around Six twelves in the back helpin' out with the sound (nope) And I got a train horn if you too slow Speed up or I'm lettin' it blow (haha) If your ridin' to close from behind I got spotlights that will turn you blind (ooh) Yeah, so back off you don't want none Hangin' on the back glass ain't a BB gun fool (ooh) Who'd you think you were messin' with (messin' with) These country boys they ain't no myth (nope) And if you see me as I'm riding through the crowd I'm hangin' out the window screamin' it loud (yeah) [Chorus] Yeah buddy, rollin' like a redneck Trucks jacked up I got a smoke stacks Nuts hanging off the hitch And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch (haha) Yeah I'm living that right (that right, that right) And I'm ridin' that tight (that tight, that tight) Son I'm ridin' so tight that my tires sound like a damn bull dog bite [Verse 2] Okay, we 'bout to wrap it up You know that we country (yeah) and that we tough (yeah) You know that we hunt (yeah) you know that we fish (yeah) You know when we see a buck we don't miss (no) You know that we love (yeah) to play in the mud (yeah) And when we get trucks we jack them up (yeah) And when we get stuck we don't get mad (what man) We drop the tailgate and have a party in the back (haha) That's right, we live so tight Open the cooler and grab you a Bud Light (I got twenty) I'm talkin' to e'rry damn body (woo) Meet me at the mud hole six o'clock Friday (come on) If you down to have you a good time You better show up fool I ain't lyin' And if you see me as I'm ridin' through the crowd I'm hangin' out the window screamin' it loud (yeah) [Chorus] Yeah buddy, rollin' like a redneck Trucks jacked up I got a smoke stacks Nuts hanging off the hitch And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch (haha) Yeah I'm living that right (that right, that right) And I'm ridin' that tight (that tight, that tight) Son I'm ridin' so tight that my tires sound like a damn bull dog bite [Outro] Uhmm, excuse me Can I ride in your truck?