Let's Roll (feat. Kid Rock)

Yeah, I'm throwed off

It ain't about the money, I'ma blow it all

I made my own lane, let's roll, let's roll

Yeah, I'm going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off

Better recognize game, let's roll, let's roll

Yeah, now let me welcome you to my small town

Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around

How I was raised, 808 drums quaking

They shake that box, '88

And the dope boy's hotter than Hell's Gate, but I still in the shade

With a foldout chair and a 30 pack on the back of that tailgate

A-L-A-B-A-M-A, I'm off, I might pee in the lake

I might go to Talladega and see me a race

And bring me case, yeah, I'm bringing the case

I'm getting throwed off

Yeah, I'm throwed off

It ain't about the money, I'ma blow it all

I made my own lane, let's roll, let's roll

Yeah, I'm going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off

Better recognize game, let's roll, let's roll

And I'm all the way throwed off

Z71, take the bow off

Dipped in Mossy Oak with a mullet mohawk

Yeah, with a bright orange hat and a bat underneath that Chevy seat

Yeah, but it might go off, split you like a bowling ball

Spit you in my overalls

Yeah, home of the gumbo

Got a couple folks that'll do it to you for the hundo

And when them elephant feet rumble

That Dixie cup's gonna fall off the console

You don't wanna have a convo

And not understand that Bama s'language

Like hollering, ain't it, but I come to paint it

So you won't get throwed off

Yeah, I'm throwed off

It ain't about the money, I'ma blow it all

I made my own lane, let's roll, let's roll

Yeah, I'm going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off

Better recognize game, let's roll, let's roll

I'm just a kid that rocks

I'm just a boy with a dream

That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks

Used to keep a .22 in the shoebox

Now I bang Beretta

She's 22 and I keep her in a tube top

White trash and all, take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off

Like how the fuck did I get a catalog

With more hits than a fucking jack hammer, dawg

'Cause I planned it all, Crimson tide standing tall

Shit, I'm another lit cannon ball

Fuck around and I'm going off and I'm getting throwed off (Yeah, I'm throwed off)

Ain't about the money I'ma blow it off

I made my own lane, let's roll, let's roll

Yeah, I'm going off

Ain't got a whole lot but I'ma show it off

Better recognize game, let's roll, let's roll