Whiskey Bent

Oh, yeah

Yeah, we lit

Jacked-up, countryside whiskey bent

From the hood to the motherfucking sticks

Line 'em up, knock 'em down, drink again

And if you're looking for me, baby, I'll be outside getting turnt up

I've been working way too hard to be inside stuff

What's the mood? 'Cause I'm trying to catch a buzz

Get a little drunk, have some fun and fuck it all the way up

On god, I'ma need more than five shots to come alive

Hit the lotto and if I don't reply, then bitch, I'll run outside

Line 'em up 'cause I'ma knock 'em down, pour another round

And if it ain't that good ol' Southern whiskey, bitch, you're missing out

Ooh, I'm trying to get lit

And maybe let somebody's daughter yeehaw on this, you know what I meant

Fuck them bills, fuck that rent and at the moment, fuck them kids

Yeah, I love them, but I need some time to sit back

Yeah, we lit

Jacked-up, countryside whiskey bent

From the hood to the motherfucking sticks

Line 'em up, knock 'em down, drink again (And again)

And if you're looking for me, baby, I'll be outside getting turnt up

I've been working way too hard to be inside stuff

What's the mood? 'Cause I'm trying to catch a buzz

Get a little drunk, have some fun and fuck it all the way up

Aye, know what it is

Red Solo cup and I'm filled with this shit

I give it a mix

Empty a Swisher and give it a twist

You know that I really been vibing

The stars are bright and they shining

The flames that keep them climbing

They're growing higher and higher

We're sipping on Jack and Henny

And you better believe we got plenty

I'm rolling one up and it's fat

No, I ain't smoking no skinnies

Puffs till I get dizzy

Bitch dance for pennies

And I ain't had fun in a minute

Know what you know, that we

Yeah, we lit

Jacked-up, countryside whiskey bent

From the hood to the motherfucking sticks

Line 'em up, knock 'em down, drink again

And if you're looking for me, baby, I'll be outside getting turnt up

I've been working way too hard to be inside stuff

What's the mood? 'Cause I'm trying to catch a buzz

Get a little drunk, have some fun and fuck it all the way up

Yeah, we lit

Jacked-up, countryside whiskey bent

From the hood to the motherfucking sticks

Line 'em up, knock 'em down, drink again