Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Vocals
Alexander King
Alexander King
Vocals
Matt Ferrante
Matt Ferrante
Guitar
Phil Bogard
Phil Bogard
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander King
Alexander King
Songwriter
Jelly Roll
Jelly Roll
Songwriter
Lorenzo Cole Formato IV
Lorenzo Cole Formato IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Mater
Jason Mater
Mixing Engineer
Urei Tropets
Urei Tropets
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
The boy's up, it's 'bout that time
Hottest in the city, baby, I'm on fire
I like them whiskey nights, oh
I like them whiskey nights
Might have my heart rate speeding by the end of this weekend
You never really know where we're gon' end up and I—
I just love the whiskey nights
I prefer the whiskey nights, listen
[Verse 1]
Draped up and I'm dripped out, they know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Raised up in the dirty south, whiskey, weed and this Waffle House
Yeah, yeah, here we go again, yeah, yeah, I'm goin' in
Ivory is fine with me, get that hard white like a bowlin' pin
Wake up, grab my bone and then take a piss and I'm gone again
I can't help it, young Willie Nelson, I'm on the road again
Yeah, I'm a bad guy, they know it by the way I'm rappin'
But I get love in my city like I play for the Titans
I'm on my rock and roll, I'm on my Beatles shit
In my city smelling like a fresh-lit reefer stick
I dedicate this to bad bitch bartenders
Come holler at me, baby, just bring a shot with ya
[PreChorus]
I prefer to spend it with the people tryna get it
And I prefer my bitches tatted-up and drankin' whiskey
And I prefer to get it with the ones that's really living
Every time we go out, they know we 'bout to shake the city
[Chorus]
Motherfucker, let's roll
Motherfucker, they know
You motherfuckers, let's roll
Motherfucker, they know, a-they know
[Verse 2]
They know us in every bar in town, we built this city
Doorman and security guards know that we with it
Professional alcoholics that came up barroom brawlin'
Be happy to solve your problem, go outside, get it poppin'
Prefer to be chillin' with these bad bitches we brought in here with us
Blowin' that reefer and killin' all this tequila and whiskey
It ain't my fault that your bitch got turned up and went frisky
I cannot help that she chose me and she dismissed ya
Grown folk business now, I can see you can't stand that
You ain't comin', we came in, you can't stand the fuck where we stand at
So stand to the left unless you put on for this city
Make room for all these bad-ass bitches comin' with us, ayy
[PreChorus]
I prefer to spend it with the people tryna get it
And I prefer my bitches tatted-up and drankin' whiskey
And I prefer to get it with the ones that's really living
Every time we go out, they know we 'bout to shake the city
[Chorus]
Motherfucker, let's roll
Motherfucker, they know
You motherfuckers, let's roll
Motherfucker, they know, a-they know
[Bridge]
I'ma hit the liquor store and go grab a fifth
Pop me a pill and then I get on that gangsta shit
I can't help it (That's the way my mama raised me)
I can't help it (That's the way my mama raised me)
From the apartments back to the trailer park
We done sold it all from the pills back to the hard
I can't help it (That's the way my mama raised me)
No, I can't help it (That's the way my mama raised me, I'm just white trash)
[PreChorus]
I prefer to spend it with the people tryna get it
And I prefer my bitches tatted-up and drankin' whiskey (I'm just white trash)
And I prefer to get it with the ones that's really living
Every time we go out, they know we 'bout to shake the city
[Chorus]
Motherfucker, let's roll
Motherfucker, they know
You motherfuckers, let's roll
Motherfucker, they know, a-they know (I'm just white trash)
Written by: Alexander King, Jelly Roll, Lorenzo Cole Formato IV
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