Letras
Oh, yeah
Yo, we lit
Jacked up countryside, whiskey bent
From the hood to the motherfucking sticks
Lock them up, knock them down, drink again (oh, yeah)
And if your 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 bus
Get a little drunk, have some fun and fuck it all the way up
On god, I'mma need more than five shots to come alive
Hit the lotto and if I dont reply, then bitch I'll run outside
Lock them up because I'mma knock them down
Pour another round
And if you ant that good on sucking whiskey, then bitch, your missing out
Ooh, I'm trying to get lit
And maybe let somebody's daughter hee-haw on this, shit, 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
Yo, we lit
Jacked up countryside, whiskey bent
From the hood to the motherfucking sticks
Lock them up, knock them down, drink again (and again)
And if your looking for me, baby, I'll be outside getting turnt up (yeah, yeah)
I've been working way too hard to be inside stuff
Whats the mood 'cause I'm trying to catch a bus
Get a little drunk, have some fun and fuck it all the way up
I know what it is (uh)
Raising the cup and filling the shit (yo)
I give it a mix, end with a swish and give it a twist
You know I really been vibing (ay)
The stars and bright and they shining (shine)
The flames they keep on climbing (climb)
There growing higher and higher (ay)
We're sipping on Jack and Henny (ooh)
You better believe we got plenty (yeah)
I'm rolling one up and it's clear
No, I ain't smoking no skindis (nah)
Puffs 'til I get dizzy (yeah)
Bitch dance for penis (ooh)
Now I ain't funding, I mean it
Know what you know that we
Yo, we lit (yes sir)
Jacked up countryside, whiskey bent
From the hood to the motherfucking sticks
Lock them up, knock them down, drink again (oh, yeah)
And if your 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 bus
Get a little drunk, have some fun and fuck it all the way up
Yo, we lit
Jacked up countryside, whiskey bent
From the hood to the motherfucking sticks
Lock them up, knock them down, drink again (and again)