keep it so country

we keep it so country

you probably hate it

we ridin' so high

you might think we're crazy

moonshine sippin'

trucks are so lifted

you go against us

you better come with it

see us ridin' high

got ya like woah

truck jacked up with the beer ice cold

yeah we rollin' coal

our tires lookin' swole

creep up to the hole

then it's time to lock and load

pure country to my last breath

yeah you know i keep it fresh

chevrolet knows how to flex

i make them turn heads til' they breakin' necks

i'm turned up

no turn down

all smiles

no frowns

mud digger

this the king here

you know me

i hold it down

i run these woods

i run this town

never try me

you better back down

check the status

check my background

i'm mr. duramax

blowin' black clouds

keep it 100

comin' straight from the jar

i'm on fire call me methanol

me and young gunner

we ride tall

you need them rednecks

we them ones to call

overall

we know how to ball

lock them hubs

we know how to crawl

12 point buck

300 jars

pull the trigger and watch 'em fall

yeah that's right i'm a redneck dude

battle-tested

try to true

with a mdm

yeah that's my crew

givin' back to people

that's what we do

we keep it so country

you probably hate it

we ridin' so high

you might think we're crazy

moonshine sippin'

trucks are so lifted

you go against us

you better go with it

see us ridin' high

got ya like woah

truck jacked up with the beer ice cold

yeah we rollin' coal

our tires lookin' swole

creep up to the hole

then it's time to lock and load

when it's time to hit the hole

man we turn up

smoke got us lookin' like we burned up

shit gets real

we lock them hubs

turn up the bass like we in the club

buddy ride with me

like grab me a beer

but i re-re-really want to taste the clear

so i'm turning up jars while switching gears

you can call me a pro

i've been on it for years

that-that's right

been sippin' on shine

with a trunk-bend full of some fine wine-dine

playin' in the mud way back in the pines

have a little fun while we waste some time

with a 808 thumpin'

rednecks jumpin'

get real crunk

turn nothin' into somethin'

ain't nothin' better than a good time muddin'

truck like a train

just chug-a-luggin'

come on out

where the rednecks drunk

sling up some mud and get real crunk

need to make some jars on the old tree stump

you know we keep it country like bubblegum

yeah that's right

i'm a redneck dude

comin' through town with my truck lookin' new

with a red cartel

yeah that's my crew

raise hell

sling mud

that's what we do

we keep it so country

you probably hate it

we ridin' so high

you might think we're crazy

moonshine sippin'

trucks are so lifted

you go against us

you better go with it

see us ridin' high

got ya like woah

truck jacked up with the beer ice cold

yeah we rollin' coal

our tires lookin' swole

creep up to the hole

then it's time to lock and load