Let's Roll
Yeah, I'm throwed off
Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
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 quaking, they shake that box, '88
And the dope boys hotter than hells gate
But I, still in the shade
With a fold out chair, a thirty pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A, B-A-M-A
I'm off I might pee in the lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me case
Yeah, I'm bringing a case
I'm getting throwed off
Yeah, I'm throwed off
Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
Yeah, I'm going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off
Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
And I'm all the way throwed off
Z71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk
Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy seat
Yeah, buddy, might go off
Split you like a bowling ball
Spit chew in my overalls
Yeah, home of the gumbo
Got a couple folks that'd do it to you for hundo
And when them elephant feet rumble
That dixie cup's gonna fall off the console
You don't wanna have a convo and not understand that Bamas language
Like hollering ain't it
But I come to paint it, so it won't be throwed off
Yeah, I'm throwed off
Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
Yeah, I'm going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off
Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
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 shoebox
Now I bang Beretta
She's 22 and 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 fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a fucking jackhammer dog
'Cause I planned it all
Crimson Tide standing tall
Shit, I'm another lit cannonball
Fuck around and I'm going off and I'm getting throwed off
Yeah, I'm throwed off
Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
Yeah, I'm going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off
Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
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 quaking, they shake that box, '88
And the dope boys hotter than hells gate
But I, still in the shade
With a fold out chair, a thirty pack on the back of that tailgate
A-L-A, B-A-M-A
I'm off I might pee in the lake
I might go to Talladega and see me a race
And bring me case
Yeah, I'm bringing a case
I'm getting throwed off
Yeah, I'm throwed off
Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
Yeah, I'm going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off
Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
And I'm all the way throwed off
Z71 take the bow off
Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk
Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy seat
Yeah, buddy, might go off
Split you like a bowling ball
Spit chew in my overalls
Yeah, home of the gumbo
Got a couple folks that'd do it to you for hundo
And when them elephant feet rumble
That dixie cup's gonna fall off the console
You don't wanna have a convo and not understand that Bamas language
Like hollering ain't it
But I come to paint it, so it won't be throwed off
Yeah, I'm throwed off
Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
Yeah, I'm going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off
Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
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 shoebox
Now I bang Beretta
She's 22 and 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 fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a fucking jackhammer dog
'Cause I planned it all
Crimson Tide standing tall
Shit, I'm another lit cannonball
Fuck around and I'm going off and I'm getting throwed off
Yeah, I'm throwed off
Ain't about the money I'ma blow it all
I made my own lane
Let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
Yeah, I'm going off
Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off
Better recognize game, let's roll, oh-oh, let's roll, oh-oh
Credits
Writer(s): Jason P. D. Boyd, Daen Alexander Simmons, James M. Giannos, Dominic J. Jordan, Michael Wayne Atha
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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