Moonshine Bandits - Full Throttle (remix) lyrics

Guess who it is, back with the Bandits Colt Fricking Ford and them haters can’t stand Redneck Godzilla, ain’t nobody realer Hard like concrete, here comes the big k**er I’m that guy that y’all can hear coming Redneck boy with hank junior bumping I’m that guy that’s rolling jacked up Y’all know who it, y’all need need the back up The only way I run is full throttle Like a country girl you can keep your model And keep your gla**, I drink out the bottle Kiss my country is my motto Kiss my country is my motto Backroad renegade, ditched the highway Straight out the gate always [?] highway Riding down the country road Singing along to David Allan Coe Slinging mud high in the sky There ain’t no place that we can’t ride Full throttle, wide open Running off ‘shine, the swamper’s smoking This is how we live and this is how we ride Bottles in the back of my 4 wheel drive There’s lightning in my [?] And thunder in my pipes That sunset I’ve been chasing Yeah I was born to ride I’m addicted to the [?] Yeah I love the country roads I’m addicted to doing things my way Got whiskey in my soul Jacked up off my apple pie I’ve seen my tires light up like the fourth of July I’m off to John Deere Green, man I’m so high Hit the backroad flying in a jacked up four by Tailgate shaking, truck nut swinging Blacked out window false gate banging Pa** me the lightning, I’m drinking till sunshine Bootlegging booze running all through my bloodlines Roadk** Cali, smash through the valley Jacked up dive bar, Mustang silent Playing out the jukebox, girls all around me I’m living like an outlaw, you’ve probably heard about me Backing on up like a Tonka truck Baby got a body, make a honkey stuck Tank top trucker hat and all tatted up She got the whole damn bar all jacked up Riding down the country road Singing along to David Allan Coe Slinging mud high in the sky There ain’t no place that we can’t ride Full throttle, wide open Running off ‘shine, the swamper’s smoking This is how we live and this is how we ride Bottles in the back of my 4 wheel drive [?] got my ‘shine Life is racing in overdrive Off the highway country roads Living my way so here we go Riding down the country road Singing along to David Allan Coe Slinging mud high in the sky There ain’t no place that we can’t ride Full throttle, wide open Running off ‘shine, the swamper’s smoking This is how we live and this is how we ride Bottles in the back of my 4 wheel drive