Redneck Anthem (feat. Upchurch)

Hosier, Upchurch

Redneck rave shit

Ri-ri-ri-ridin' around in that Silverado

I'm blacked out like a desperado

Ridin' with a shotty 'cause I get my head high, so

Smashin' on the gas with a cloud full of black smoke

Hit the off-road in my 250 two-stroke

Kickin' up mud while I'm smokin' on a Newport

Rebel mud bunny better shake it if she show shows

Hosier's got game like the OG Too $hort

(I know that's right)

Got them fender flares a-flarin'

Mud, we tearin', speakers blarin'

We call that the country bog

Watermelon, mud, we crawlin'

Mason jar, he was callin'

Apple Bottom, my honey pumpkin

Brew so loud, you smell us comin'

I drive a big, old truck, jacked all the way up

With a pair of big nuts swingin' from the backside

Burnin' the back dry, cigarillo baptized

Sippin' on a bottle of shine, get you some back ride

Rooster tail and them dirt roads

Smash the gas, the exhaust glow

My LED's will blind Ray Charles

My paint white and black like eight balls

Kick 'em out the mud, now I'm sittin' tall

Bumpin' out the door, chewin' on the chaw

With a Southern drawl, we're drinkin' alcohol

With my favorite dawgs, and we shuts it down

It's the Hoosier State, and we slingin' mud

Yeah, the difference is I'm lockin' up

It's playtime, and we havin' fun

And everybody be muddy, mane

We burn 'em up and let the motor sang

We can hook 'em up, but I'ma break the chain

I don't drive in traffic, off-road my lane

And I'm twistin' up some of that funky thang

I drive a big, old truck, jacked all the way up

With a pair of big nuts swingin' from the backside

Burnin' the back dry, cigarillo baptized

Sippin' on a bottle of shine, get you some back ride

Got diamond plate in my floorboard

My gear shifter like a chain link

Attitude so stone cold that Steve McMahon tried to sign me

I'm a rare breed, the albino buck

So white that I'm lookin' like blank space

I bring that fire with Hosier, boy

Like Duke boys with that shine crate

Got a six gun rockin' all hollow tips

Thick girls poppin' out them Model T's

Got a chain on my boots, that's boss shit

Straight black on black like Cash, bitch

But you see that smoke from a fifty mile zone

When I toss power lines in the redneck zone

Cornfield bound, put the flame through the drums

Turn the radio up when it gets down low

I drive a big, old truck, jacked all the way up

With a pair of big nuts swingin' from the backside

Burnin' the back dry, cigarillo baptized

Sippin' on a bottle of shine, get you some back ride

I drive a big, old truck, jacked all the way up

With a pair of big nuts swingin' from the backside

Burnin' the back dry, cigarillo baptized

Sippin' on a bottle of shine, get you some back ride