Rollin Like a Redneck

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

Hop in the truck, come on, let's roll

Just bought a case of beer

Now we headin' for a mud hole

Country 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

(There you go) Some folks call me a redneck

I smile and take it as a compliment

I live life the only way I know how

Walk with a swagger and rep the south (Yeah)

And if you see me as I'm riding through the crowd

I'm hangin' out the window screamin' it loud

Yeah, buddy, rollin like a redneck

Trucks jacked up, I got smoke stacks

Nuts hanging off the hitch

And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch

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 bulldog bite

Yeah, my tires sound like a damn bulldog 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 forty-fours fit?

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

If you're ridin' too 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)

Yeah, buddy, rollin like a redneck

Trucks jacked up, I got smoke stacks (Smoke stacks)

Nuts hanging off the hitch

And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch

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 bulldog bite

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 then?)

We drop the tailgate and have a party in the back

That's right, we live so tight

Open the cooler and grab you a Bud Light (I got twenty)

I'm talkin' to e'ery damn body (Woo)

Meet me at the mud hole 6 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)

Yeah, buddy, rollin like a redneck

Trucks jacked up, I got smoke stacks

Nuts hanging off the hitch

And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch

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 bulldog bite

Yeah, buddy, rollin like a redneck

Trucks jacked up, I got smoke stacks

Nuts hanging off the hitch

And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch

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 bulldog bite

Umm, excuse me, can I ride in your truck?