(feat. Bubba Sparxxx)
Kick back in the saddle
with some hank turned up
got the pedal to the floor
12 gauge in the truck
with a Bible on the console
that’s how these boys roll
we take it slow
and this simple life is all we know
that’s all we know
Y'all know how we ride down south throwing dust in the air yeah buddy that’s automatic
Swerve to the left and the right sitting back in the saddle well you know we’re driving so erratic
Yeah so the clock hits high noon, roll around while I listen to my iTunes
doing doughnuts spinning like a typhoon, man this country living always puts me in the right mood
in the backwoods feeling like a million bucks, talking about it on a daily basis
hard day at work but I’m finally headed home, sorta like I done went around the bases
Yeah I see your faces riding through this oasis
co*ked back and we let it fly in the air going through them shotgun shells by the cases
hey is this that Dez individual in general animal mislyrical chemical spitting with the interval that’s mendable independable stuck up in the middle while the world is pitiful
Ima try to talk a little bit of sense into them, ain’t sure though that it’s gonna work
till then Ima keep it backwoods, hold my ground, keep my boots dug deep in the ground yeah
Kick back in the saddle
with some hank turned up
got the pedal to the floor
12 gauge in the truck
with a Bible on the console
that’s how these boys roll
we take it slow
and this simple life is all we know
that’s all we know
Down by the creek we living that good life, by now everybody feeling right
I know it’s gonna be a good night with a sight, got a hundred folks chilling out till the daylight
Little bit of that Heaven on Earth, yeah man said we in the clouds
been at it for a little minute now and we ain’t about to quit, no we can’t stop now
we just getting going, gas tank full, bout to spill over
fish tailing on the back, dirty road, with the 4 wheel drive hopping all kind of boulders
kicked back with the music turned up, I don’t know how to do it any other way
got a shotgun riding shotgun in the rig son, if you wanna get in let’s play
what y'all wanna do, maybe throw a few back in the boons
open the doors and crank the radio son, got the Jawga Boyz on and we let it boom
you don’t even know how we do it down here, unless you’re like us man and you’re from the woods
bible in the middle of the console with the windows rolled down and we feeling good
Kick back in the saddle
with some hank turned up
got the pedal to the floor
12 gauge in the truck
with a Bible on the console
that’s how these boys roll
we take it slow
and this simple life is all we know
We gonna turn up till the lights get turned off
drinking homemade liquor, no Smirnoff
riding with a 12 gauge and my bird dog
they hating on me, am I concerned, naw
see daddy always told me I would know whether
Cause when we’re doing it right is when folks get up
taste is outta their mouth it is so bitter
spit it out and it’s spelling out yo letters
as in B U B B A A I N T S H I T
I say that’s ok by me cause see Bubba he pray nightly
And I know G O D got me so I ain’t stressing nobody
I’ll achieve my goals watch me that T A L K won’t stop me
I’m just trying to lay back in the Duramax
with a cold 12 pack, Ima murder that
what’s riding down low, I never heard of that
we sitting way up in the sky where the birdies at
me and D E Z got the Hank cranked
so loud that a hillbilly can’t think
but I don’t wanna think, I just wanna drink cold Bud Light till the pain I’m feeling ain’t pain no more
Kick back in the saddle
with some hank turned up
got the pedal to the floor
12 gauge in the truck
with a Bible on the console
that’s how these boys roll
we take it slow
and this simple life is all we know
that’s all we know