On The Road

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Let me tell you something

We in Brentwood

I just get in my truck and cruise on through the west side

And gotta make up my mind which one I wanna drive

We don’t lift them up high cause we gotta ride

You see My tailgate, then that mean I’m bout to slide

Double wide (whoa)

With the hips, I can’t even lie

I had to learn it

get a grip

Tell me why I wouldn’t try?

Guess I gotta put this thing in drive huh?

And we on the road

you think you staying dry huh?

But I wouldn’t even try…

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Okay another day

The rain done gone away

Life blowing my mind

But I stay solid

Can’t get blown away

I’m on the phone wit Bae

She keep talkin bout the tropics

Packing her bags

Tryna get flown away

In a whole nother pocket

Whole nother bag

The one with the prettiest tags

Only run with the prettiest mask

But I’m working, plenty of tasks

Wit a animal, I’m in a jag

In a drop with the horse on the badge

Paid cash

off the lot

Drove it right back to my Dad

Hey hey!

I just get in my truck and cruise on through the west side

And gotta make up my mind which one I wanna drive

We don’t lift them up high cause we gotta ride

You see My tailgate, then that mean I’m bout to slide

Double wide (whoa)

With the hips, I can’t even lie

I had to learn it

get a grip

Tell me why I wouldn’t try?

Guess I gotta put this thing in drive huh?

And we on the road

you think you staying dry huh?

But I wouldn’t even try…

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

If you seen the things that’s on my mind

and what I contemplate

You will know this thang a marathon

Cuz I don’t do the race

I set the pace

I want me the biggest estate

Big ol barn with the big ol gates

Is he John Wayne or he Bill Gates?

Neither one

One of my daddy sons

I got a admit it that I ain’t the sanest one

Don’t wanna play for fun

You know we came from the mud

Big drank we ain’t sipping on mud

Pouring this water out the cup

Cuz I told myself

I ain’t going to jail

And I ain’t finna crash my truck

On God

I just get in my truck and cruise on through the west side

And gotta make up my mind which one I wanna drive

We don’t lift them up high cause we gotta ride

You see My tailgate, then that mean I’m bout to slide

Double wide (whoa)

With the hips, I can’t even lie

I had to learn it

get a grip

Tell me why I wouldn’t try?

Guess I gotta put this thing in drive huh?

And we on the road

you think you staying dry huh?

But I wouldn’t even try…

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey

Hey Hey