Lyrics Jawga Boyz – Rollin’ Like A Redneck

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Wow, Christy, do you see that truck?
I mean gross, that is so taky
That must be one of those rednecks I’ve heard about!

Hop in the truck

Come on lets roll
Just bought a case of beer
Now we headin for a mud hole
Country boys and we do it right
Got the bill of my hat pointing strait to the sky
Carhartt and wranglers on
Bass pro hat, camouflage on my phone
Got the browning decal on the back
Right next to a G
What you know about that!

I’m country and that’s how we live
If ya got moonshine then I’m takin a sip
Some folks call me a redneck
I smile and take it as a compliment
I live life the only way I know how
Walk with a swagger and I rep the south
And if you see me as I’m riding through the crowd
I’m hanging out the window screamin it loud!

Yeah buddy
Rollin like a redneck
Trucks jacked up I got smoke stacks
Nuts hanging off the hitch
And a system in the back that’ll make your nose itch
Yeah I’m living that right (that right, that right )
And I’m ridin that tight (that tight, that tight)
Son I’m riding so tight that my tires sound like a damn bull dog fight

Yea my tires sound like a damn bull dog fight!

Wakin people up as I ride through at night
And don’t forget about the skyjacker lift kit
How you think I made them 44’s fit
Don’t ya know we ain’t playin around
Six twelves in the back helpin out with the sound
And I got a train horn if you too slow
Speed up or I’m lettin it blow
If your ridin too close from behind
I got spotlights that’ll turn ya blind
So back off you don’t want none
Hanging on the back glass ain’t a BB gun fool
Who’d you think you were messin with (messin with)
These country boys they ain’t no myth
And if you see me as I’m riding through the crowd
I’m hangin out the window screamin it loud!

Ok, we bout to wrap it up
You know that we country
And that we tough
You know that we hunt
Ya know that we fish
You know when we see a buck we don’t miss
Ya know that we love to play in the mud
And when we get trucks we jack em up
And when we get stuck we don’t get mad
We drop the tailgate and have a party in the back
That’s right
We live so tight, open the cooler and grab your budlight
I’m talkin to err damn body
Meet me at the mudhole 6 o’clock Friday
If you down to have you a good time
You better show up fool I ain’t lyin
And if you see me as I’m ridin through the crowd
I’m hangin out the window screamin it loud!