Two county lines out of town
There's a barbwire gate laying on the ground
Carton of cheap smokes, plenty of rounds
Hell we're locked and loaded
Country cranked up loud
And its beer cans, with bullet holes
Lined up, on fence posts
Hammer down, that's how we roll
Bang bang, drink drink
Yeah we're shooting everything
Pretty things tanning on the hoods
Tailgate bar flowing real damn good
We got the girls, we got the guns, we got the 'shine
And enough empties to last all night
And its beer cans, with bullet holes
Lined up, on fence posts
Hammer down, that's how we roll
Bang bang, drink drink
Yeah we're shooting everything
Til we're out of beer, til we're out of shots
Til we're down to nothin'
Left to drop, left to pop
Hell its beer cans, with bullet holes
Lined up, on fence posts
Hammer down, that's how we roll
Bang bang, drink drink
Yeah we're shooting everything
Hammer down, that's how we roll
Bang bang, drink drink
Yeah we're shooting everything
Bang bang, drink drink
Yeah we're shooting everything
Yeah we're shooting every damn thing