To the Max (feat. SMO & Austin Michael)

Hop off in a ride with the beers on chill Rollin' back with the peddle to the max Like, ooh, ooh, ooh Fire up the truck with my vision on two Ridin' down a back road with the windows down Like, ooh, ooh, ooh Ridin' around on them back roads With some loud plates and some good 'dro Five percent off on the ten, 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 wildin' Four-wheel drive, high like a pilot Bass kickin' like karate Phone's a flashin' like paparazzi Pop a brew, and let's get litty Indiana puttin' on to the top in a jiffy And I'm Hosier, the midwest outlaw Hop off in a ride with the beers on chill Rollin' back with the peddle to the max Like, ooh, ooh, ooh Fire up the truck with my vision on two Ridin' down a back road with the windows down (ayy, ayy, c'mon) Like, ooh, ooh, ooh Let's get it You know, you know that I be smokin' on that O-O Stank loud as doo-doo Shawty ridin' shotty with a shotty actin' cuckoo Icebox full of new-new Swisher big as Shamu You know I'm the man in here My flow be slicker than shampoo Ridin' high, layin' low Blowin' 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 Hustin', hustlin' from the barnyard to the truck bed We dufflin', dufflin', pack some Top Shelf to the midwest There's nothin' to dump on 'em And fill 'em up with the hot lead So pull on up, if you want somethin' Hosier, hey, that's enough said Hop off in a ride with the beers on chill Rollin' back with the peddle to the max Like, ooh, ooh, ooh Fire up the truck with my vision on two Ridin' down a back road with the windows down Like, ooh, ooh, ooh Lost on the road like gorillas, oh Got a backwood 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 sippin' 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 strollin' We party 'til the mornin's No time for the yawnin's It's YOLO, we goin' in Hop off in a 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 Wacka Flocka, 'cause we in the paint We make it 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 mash No slow lanes, 'cause we livin' fast Turn the speakers up to the max Hop off in a ride with the beers on chill Rollin' back with the peddle to the max Like, ooh, ooh, ooh Fire up the truck with my vision on two Ridin' on a back road with the windows down Like, ooh, ooh, ooh Hop off in a ride with the beers on chill Rollin' back with the peddle to the max Like, ooh, ooh, ooh Fire up the truck with my vision on two Ridin' down a back road with the windows down Like, ooh, ooh, ooh