Let's Roll

Yeah, I’m throwed off,

It ain’t about the money

I’ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let’s roll! Let’s roll!

Yeah, I’m going off

Ain’t got a whole lot

But I’ma show it off

Better recognize game

Let’s roll! Let’s roll!

Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town

Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall

Country folks all around

How I was raised, 808 drums quake and they shake that Box ‘88

And the **** boys’ hotter than Hell’s gate, but I,

Still in the shade, with a fold out chair and a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate

A-L-A–B-A-M-A,

I’m off, I might pee in a lake

I might go to Talladega and see me a race

And bring me a case

Yeah, I’m bringing a case, I’m getting throwed off

Yeah, I’m throwed off,

It ain’t about the money

I’ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let’s roll! Let’s roll!

Yeah, I’m going off

Ain’t got a whole lot

But I’ma show it off

Better recognize game

Let’s roll! Let’s roll!

And I’m all the way throwed off

Z-71 take the bow off

Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet Mohawk

With a bright orange hat and a bat underneath that Chevy seat

Yea buddy might go off, split you like a bowling ball

Spit to you in my overalls

Home of the Gummo

Gotta couple a' folks that'll do it to you for the hundo

And when them elephant feet rumble

That Dixie cups gonna fall out of the console

You don't wanna have a convo

And not understand that ‘Bama slanguage like

"Holler" and "ain’t it", but I come to paint

So you won’t get throwed off

Yeah, I’m throwed off,

It ain’t about the money

I’ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let’s roll! Let’s roll!

Yeah, I’m going off

Ain’t got a whole lot

But I’ma show it off

Better recognize game

Let’s roll! Let’s roll!

I’m just a kid that rocks

I’m just a boy with a dream

That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks

Used to keep a 22 in a shoe box

Now I bang Beretta

She’s twenty-two but I keep her in a tube top

White trash and all

Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off like

How the ****** did I get a catalog

With more hits than a ******’ jack hammer dog

Cause I planned it all

Crimson Tide standing tall

******t, I’m another lit cannon ball

****** around and I’m goin’ off and I’m getting throwed off

Yeah, I’m throwed off,

It ain’t about the money

I’ma blow it all

I made my own lane

Let’s roll! Let’s roll!

Yeah, I’m going off

Ain’t got a whole lot

But I’ma show it off

Better recognize game

Let’s roll! Let’s roll!