Light This Bitch Up

Brahma Bull, Moccasin Creek, and Bottleneck

Dubblewide, re-re-encorp-reinvisi- suh-shit we just had to light this bitch up

So one time for them boys down south

Two times for them boys that spit that real apple pie

Three times for them boys that never ran (They never ran)

And four times for them boys that just don't give a hot damn

If you don't give damn put your hands up (Put your hands up)

If you don't give damn get wild (Get wild)

If you don't give damn get amped up (Get amped up)

'Cause we gon' light this bitch up like the 4th of July

Well I light this bitch up like I'm burnin' my trash

Light this bitch up like I'm smackin' some ass

This one for them OGs them real folk them super crackers

This one for them rebelized who keep it real us redneck bastards

This one for them dirt roads, them chicken pens, the pine tree roads

'Dis is for them honkys livin' dirty where the rooster crows

This is for them underdogs white trash the simple man

Shout out to them boys that till the earth and them farm hands

Sometime's every now and then you gotta light this bitch up

And ride around town with your buck in your truck

Most of y'all have no idea what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout

Most of y'all are fake as fuck please don't make me call you out

So one time for them boys down south

Two times for them boys that spit that real apple pie

Three times for them boys that never ran (They never ran)

And four times for them boys that just don't give a hot damn

If you don't give damn put your hands up (Put your hands up)

If you don't give damn get wild (Get wild)

If you don't give damn get amped up (Get amped up)

'Cause we gon' light this bitch up like the 4th of July

And we gon light this bitch up like your first Christmas tree

Gonna hype this bitch like it's no mystery

I pity all the fools that just got schooled by redneck Mr. T

It's Dubblewide bitch you better go and check your history

Been around since day one, tell me where y'all been

Matter fact take it back huh Jack they can't shit in this pen

They can't ride inside these ruts these crackers thugs a time ago

And rows and rows and rhymes suck look like a tobacco rows

One time for the good guys and the OG hillbilly rappers

One time for woods guys and all my old school real ass crackers

One time for the day ones pushin' Dubblewide from the floor to the rafters

And this is a book you are a chapter, laughter

We been rockin' in this bitch since '09

Chillin' in the deep pines way south of the Dixon line

Florida cracker, neck snapper, sippin' on that Muscadine

About to light this bitch up like the 4th of July

So one time for them boys down south

Two times for them boys that spit that real apple pie

Three times for them boys that never ran (They never ran)

And four times for them boys that just don't give a hot damn

If you don't give damn put your hands up (Put your hands up)

If you don't give damn get wild (Get wild)

If you don't give damn get amped up (Get amped up)

'Cause we gon' light this bitch up like the 4th of July