Give 'Em Hell (feat. The Lacs & Danny Boone)

Once again It's your buddy, Demun Jones I got them Lac boys with me And I brought my brother, Danny Boone Ohh no Now y'all know What we 'bout to do Yeah, yeah We give 'em hell, hubs locked, subs knock We give 'em hell, gun cocked, shell shocked We give 'em hell, rock show, got dough A long bed truck load, now everybody knows We give 'em hell Rumble, ramble through the brush and bramble Bribes draw blood but nothin' I can't handle Engine on the rig like garglin' gravel Beam through the trees, cut through the shadow When I ride rollin' high in the saddle Long road flowing around when I travel Straight through the creek, pen with a paddle One part rust, one part moss Covered in dirt, one hundred percent boss Came up rough, you best go raw Indian pottery and musket balls So trust, D. Jones came to bust Shots if I must, nothin' to discuss Lawman about it, hush the fuss If not, then it's gonna be a ruckus what We give 'em hell, hubs locked, subs knock We give 'em hell, gun cocked, shell shocked We give 'em hell, rock show, got dough A long bed truck load, now everybody knows We give 'em hell Introducing from the great state of Georgia The Loud Ass Crackers Sittin' real high like a redneck boss Girls climb up and the tops come off Y'all know me, we give 'em hell When the law come up, I'm 'bout to bail We drankin', muddin', chillin', ridin' Get on down just how we like it Old Lac boys in the mud again Heard of Kickin' Up Mud, where the hell y'all been? The muddy sacks is motivatin', get your ass off the interstate Jack it up or pack it up, we ain't come here to hesitate Get in this hole or hit the road, country boys don't back down And if you got to back it up, take your city ass on back to town We give 'em hell, hubs locked, subs knock We give 'em hell, gun cocked, shell shocked We give 'em hell, rock show, got dough A long bed truck load, now everybody knows We give 'em hell Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy Mu-mu-mu-mu-mu-mu (we give 'em hell) For now, I'm gonna settle set up camp in the prairie Build me a fire and let the smoke carry On, feel the thicket crickets singin' that song Got D. Jones pickin' nothin' wrong I'ma sit here and kick it 'til dawn Got my Bluetooth and my iPhone Lookin' up at the stars, might take a little rest But tomorrow, do my best To give it hell To give it hell To give it hell To give it hell To give it hell To give it hell To give it hell To give it hell To give it hell