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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Gravy
Yung Gravy
Vocals
Brantley Gilbert
Brantley Gilbert
Vocals
Aaron Zuckerman
Aaron Zuckerman
Programming
Christian Dold
Christian Dold
Programming
Larry Goetz
Larry Goetz
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brantley Gilbert
Brantley Gilbert
Songwriter
Aaron Zuckerman
Aaron Zuckerman
Songwriter
Andrew Baylis
Andrew Baylis
Songwriter
Christian Dold
Christian Dold
Songwriter
Matthew Hauri
Matthew Hauri
Songwriter
Jesse Fink
Jesse Fink
Songwriter
Brett Tyler
Brett Tyler
Songwriter
JP Clark
JP Clark
Songwriter
Michael Witworth
Michael Witworth
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Diamond Pistols
Diamond Pistols
Producer
Aaron Zuckerman
Aaron Zuckerman
Producer
Andrew Baylis
Andrew Baylis
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Might cop a truck Thinking 'bout tires in the mud Leave city lights in the dust Might cop a truck Cruise with the radio up Looking at the stars above Roll sumthin' up Take a lil joyride, we can get stuck Laying in the long-bed make a lil love Gone off map 'til the sun comes up If you down with that, I might cop a truck Had a few whips Had a few rides Never had one for my countryside (c'mon) How many hoes can a four-wheel drive I'm a find out by Thursday night The Tesla only fits 13 women (damn) Tryna get my numbers up to three digits Hallelujah, got me feeling religious And I mean business I think I might cop a truck Thinking 'bout tires in the mud Leave city lights in the dust Might cop a truck Cruise with the radio up Looking at the stars above Roll sumthin' up Take a lil joyride, we can get stuck Laying in the long-bed make a lil love Gone off map 'til the sun comes up If you down with that, I might cop a truck I might cop an old school box-body Big block baby, ain't no way the cops stop me Got them mud grips I'm talkin' way bigger Jack it up, got it looking like the Gravedigger Me and Gravy wishin' all of y'all would 12-gauge in the rack so it's always all good Take it to the house Swap it for the dually Roush Got them 808's crankin' just to make my baby's booty bounce It's the fuckin' South Might cop a truck Thinking 'bout tires in the mud Leave city lights in the dust Might cop a truck Cruise with the radio up Looking at the stars above Roll sumthin' up Take a lil joyride, we can get stuck Laying in the long-bed make a lil love Gone off map 'til the sun comes up If you down with that, I might cop a truck I might cop a truck (hey) I might cop a truck (hey)
Writer(s): Brantley Keith Gilbert, Aaron Zuckerman, Brett Tyler, Jp Clark, Michael Whitworth, Jesse Fink, Christian Dold, Andrew Marcus Baylis, Matthew Raymond Hauri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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