Chorus [Bubba Sparxxx] (x2)
50 cases and they on ice
Got a black Duramax and it's so tight
We ain't from bama
But we roll like the tide
Slip n Slide and we feelin right
Verse 1 [Bubba Sparxxx]
Me and D thrash off in the chevy we mash
Put my foot on the gas and say bye-bye to the past
We Georgia Bulldogs but we roll like the tide
And my paint job is black got camo on the inside
Just country boy coolin with a cooler full of beverages
They talked about me badly but never was I stressing it
Just keep it at a distance don't bring to my residence
Or we gonn' be in court dog tryina reach a settlement
After I whop that a**, so let us not walk that path
Just have yourself a cold one
And try to get up on one of these girls is all I ask
It's the country rap royalty also known as Bubba K
Leave your car at home cause we playin' with the trucks today
We got a stripper pole in the mud hole
Go Betty go, role tide role
Chorus [Bubba Sparxxx] (x2)
50 cases and they on ice
Got a black Duramax and it's so tight
We ain't from bama
But we roll like the tide
Slip n Slide and we feelin right
Verse 2 [D Thrash]
The mud hole about to spill over
So many trucks getting dirty and we takin over
Something like a redneck mafia
Haters keep talkin but they ain't stopping us
We keep droppin bucks and doin what we do
Livin out here with a different attitude
Just tryina be free don't want to be bothered
Workin real hard they call it blue collar
Rollin on the mud grips that you can hear
Make our own whiskey from a moonshine still
We like to make deals that we call under the table
Duck and dodge Uncle Sam if we're able
We don't get cable out in the sticks
Only option is to have a satellite dish
But I'm never really home to watch much of it
Cause I'll be in my truck pullin cars out the ditch, with a wench
Chorus [Bubba Sparxxx] (x2)
50 cases and they on ice
Got a black Duramax and it's so tight
We ain't from bama
But we roll like the tide
Slip n Slide and we feelin right
Verse 3 [Dez]
We keep on flowing and rollin
Just like the tide comin in
Then stompin down the duramax again
That's my country benz
Kin in the back actin' like they on a rollercoaster
Not sure I'm riding legal even though I'm supposed to
Now they mention Dez hearin em' say I'm bumpin him
That's that boy that's on the songs now I'm bubbin them
Just some Jawga Boyz getting it while the gettin's good
Stereo knockin out the back while we spilltin wood
We living good, slip slide on these muddy roads
Just the way of life for these wild southern folks
On another note we just hanging out and feelin right
Got the tailgate parallel to the ground tonight
Feet dangling, banging the hank and sanging
Little bit jealous how we hanging
Really can't say that I want to be blamin them
Aimin' the Smith and Wesson's to the clouds
Feel the kick back
And while they talking we rolling believe we living that
Chorus [Bubba Sparxxx] (x2)
50 cases and they on ice
Got a black Duramax and it's so tight
We ain't from bama
But we roll like the tide
Slip n Slide and we feelin right