To The Max

(专辑： Flex - 2021)

Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
Rolling back with the peddle to the max
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fire up the truck with my vision on two
Riding down a back road with the windows down
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh

Riding around on them back roads
With some loud plates and some good 'dro
5% off on the 10, got a square up body with a lot of dents
With a bad broad ride shotgun
She thick, and damn, that's sticky, son
Cornfed with big ole buns
Got dark hair, shine like the sun
Good ole boy, we wilding
Four-wheel drive, high like a pilot
Bass kicking like karate
Phone's a flashing like paparazzi
Pop a brew, and let's get litty
Indiana putting on to the top in a jiffy
And I'm Hosier, the midwest outlaw

Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
Rolling back with the peddle to the max
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fire up the truck with my vision on two
Riding down a back road with the windows down (hey, hey, c'mon)
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh

Let's get it
You know, you know that
I be smoking on that O-O
Stank loud as doo-doo
Shawty riding shotty with a shotty acting cuckoo
Icebox full of new-new
Swisher big as Shamu
You know that I'm the man in here
My flow be slicker than shampoo
Riding high, laying low
Blowing down these back roads
In the sticks of Tennessee
Kinfolk you already know
I'm the boss, I got the sauce
State to state, we set 'em off
California, Colorado, back to the farm
I'm hick Ross
Husting, hustling from the barnyard to the truck bed
We duffling, duffling, pack some Top Shelf to the midwest
There's nothing to dump on 'em
And fill 'em up with the hot lead
So pull on up, if you want something
Hosier, hey, that's enough said

Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
Rolling back with the peddle to the max
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fire up the truck with my vision on two
Riding down a back road with the windows down
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh

Lost on the road like gorillas, oh
Got a back wood and it's full of 'dro
Cooler full of liquor, beers on chill
Can't see the roads because of all the smoke
Good ole boys sipping down on 'shine
With some Southern belles, and they all fine
Watch your sips, click, kick back
'Cause you tilt back with some good rhymes
We back road strolling
We party 'til the mornin's
No time for the yawnin's
It's YOLO, we going in
Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
On a back road in some country fields
We party down until the sun tilts
With a bonfire, we raise Cain
Like whop it, flop it, 'cause we're into pain
We make you jump to The House of Pain
Beers on cold make you freeze your brain
Eye shining like a light glass
You get fire water made from the Mass
No slow lanes, 'cause we living fast
Turn the speakers up to the max

Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
Rolling back with the peddle to the max
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fire up the truck with my vision on two
Riding on a back road with the windows down
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh

Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
Rolling back with the peddle to the max
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fire up the truck with my vision on two
Riding down a back road with the windows down
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh