Letras

Don't get it twisted When you see them boys roll up Yeah, we mean business Don't need no jacked-up trucks Cause we're blacked out rollin' like a funeral gang You can catch us at the bar talkin' that Hill slang All them other folks wish they had our thing Cause we got them crocs on with the socks on, yeah Takin' rips til the sun comes up Get the yaks out, hit the Duck now And row slow with a drink in the cup You can find us at Froggy's on a Friday night A couple tenders, hella ranch got us feelin' right Yeah, if you're lookin' for a good time Head south on 65 Yeah, we them Hillions Another hit and run You better refill it Cause we can never get enough Yak Daddy's on the patch, sewn on the back We got 10 on the rack and 6 in the pack So if you wanna know just where them boys are at We got them crocs on with the socks on, yeah Takin' rips til the sun comes up Get the yaks out, hit the Duck now And row slow with a drink in the cup You can find us at Froggy's on a Friday night A couple tenders, hella ranch got us feelin' right Yeah, if you're lookin' for a good time Head south on 65 Yeah, head south on 65 Cause we're blacked out rollin' like a funeral gang You can catch us at the bar talkin' that Hill slang It's the life we live, the song we sing The song we sing We got them crocs on with the socks on, yeah Takin' rips til the sun comes up Get the yaks out, hit the Duck now And row slow with a drink in the cup You can find us at Froggy's on a Friday night A couple tenders, hella ranch got us feelin' right Yeah, if you're lookin' for a good time Head south on 65 Yeah, head south on 65 Head south on 65
Writer(s): Matthew Mullins, Cody Quistad, Matthew Roberts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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