(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