Demun Jones - Truck Music lyrics

Hey redneck I’m no background check at the gun show loaded Beowulf 50 caliber getting toted And my rifle rack stack got my buddies in the back Camouflage and black, and we bout to go straight (Redneck!) Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down, got Jones turnt up Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down and you don’t give a what Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down, got Jones turnt up Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down bout to go straight up Aw naw, look who’s home, everybody duck, it’s Demun Jones I got buck, I’m gon’ get money, ain’t nobody gonna stop me buddy Boy, we balls to the walls, brawl with hogs, hound dogs in he fog, slice logs Like you ain’t seen a chainsaw, Trijicon red dot straight locked on, no we ain’t gon’ chase y’all Long range, danger, scaring ’em like a stranger Georgia bulldogs and Arkansas rolling up like a (Redneck!) Dropped another banger again, changing the game Walked on stage at Arbuckle off road, they chanting my name That’s a hell of a way from home to be so well known I straight boot scooting boogie, get my money, get gone And I ain’t into the labels but I wanted to be clear I’m straight Jones county country boy, living life like a (Redneck!) I’m no background check at the gun show loaded Beowulf 50 caliber getting toted And my rifle rack stack got my buddies in the back Camouflage and black, and we bout to go straight (Redneck!) Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down, got Jones turnt up Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down and you don’t give a what Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down, got Jones turnt up Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down bout to go straight up Redneck with a flow finna go get the bow, ain’t nobody really wanna step on my toes ‘Cause I’m backwoods, yeah the woods are back boy So how y’all been, finna get in to something ’cause I’m rolling With Demun, last time me and him go together we went “Rahhh!” 30 ought 6 on my hip with the little ballistic tip bullets And it’s equipped with optics that’ll knock a tick off a Nat’s a** But it kicks like a donkey with a pit viper biting him Without any venom in his fangs, so he just keeps striking him (Damn, boy) I’m no background check at the gun show loaded Beowulf 50 caliber getting toted And my rifle rack stack got my buddies in the back Camouflage and black, and we bout to go straight (Redneck!) Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down, got Jones turnt up Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down and you don’t give a what Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down, got Jones turnt up Get em up, get ’em up, if you’re riding in your truck With your windows rolled down bout to go straight up (Redneck!) (Redneck!) (Redneck!) (Redneck!)