[Verse 1]
We roll up deep on a Friday night,
Mud on the tires and the high beams bright.
Cooler full of shine, tailgate low,
Speakers in the bed bumpin’ old Hank Jones.
Girls in the back got the cutoff jeans,
Boots in the dirt, workin’ on a new routine.
Hands in the air when the bass drops down,
Shakin’ that thing to the country sound.
[Chorus]
We got bonfires burnin’, smoke in the sky,
Tires sittin’ high, lift kit ride.
Shotgun shells and a fifth of ‘shine,
Ain’t no party like a backwoods time.
Twerk it, work it, let it all go,
We don’t stop till the rooster crows.
If you ain"t ‘bout it, don’t come around,
‘Cause we gettin’ wild on the outskirts of town!
[Verse 2]
Red dirt road, that’s a one-way lane,
Once you pull in, you won’t leave the same.
John Boat floatin’ in the creek out back,
Got a line in the water and a case in the rack.
Shotgun ridin’ in the floorboard, clean,
Chrome so bright make the pine trees gleam.
Bonfire glow and the speakers blast,
Lil’ bit of country, lil’ bit of trap.
[Chorus]
We got bonfires burnin’, smoke in the sky,
Tires sittin’ high, lift kit ride.
Shotgun shells and a fifth of ‘shine,
Ain’t no party like a backwoods time.
Twerk it, work it, let it all go,
We don’t stop till the rooster crows.
If you ain"t ‘bout it, don’t come around,
‘Cause we gettin’ wild on the outskirts of town!
[Bridge]
Holler boys posted by the four-wheel drive,
One wrong move and you won’t survive.
Ain’t lookin’ for trouble, but we got that steel,
Keep it tucked in the rack, let ‘em know it’s real.
Moonshine sippin’, party still lit,
Diesel smoke rollin’ while the speakers hit.
Got a girl in my lap, and she knows what’s up,
Booty in the air, yeah, she backin’ it up.
[Chorus]
We got bonfires burnin’, smoke in the sky,
Tires sittin’ high, lift kit ride.
Shotgun shells and a fifth of ‘shine,
Ain’t no party like a backwoods time.
Twerk it, work it, let it all go,
We don’t stop till the rooster crows.
If you ain"t ‘bout it, don’t come around,
‘Cause we gettin’ wild on the outskirts of town!
[Outro]
Sun comin’ up, but we ain’t done yet,
Tailgate drop with a Marlboro lit.
Holler gets rowdy when the night runs long,
We live for the party where the country belongs.
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