Good at Pulling out (My Truck)

I got a million country kids all running round this country town

Cause I don't wear no rubbers babe, and honey I hate pulling out

So when I hump your butter biscuits, best believe they're getting gravy

Better pray that you ain't late, cause baby that'll be the day

That I'll be skipping out the door, no you won't see me anymore,

Yeah I'll be whipping out the driveway like I'm heading to the store

And after hours turn to days you may start looking with no luck

Cause babe I'm good at pulling out one thing and that's my pickup truck

I got a dozen different ladies that I'm loving on the daily

Giving birth to all my babies, man their husbands really hate me

But when whiskey leads to rubbing, leads to sucking dirty fucking

Leads to saying they in love and there's a bun up in that oven

I'll be skipping out the door, no you won't see me anymore,

Yeah I'll be whipping out the driveway like I'm heading to the store

And after hours turn to days you may be looking with no luck

Cause babe I'm good at pulling out one thing and that's my pickup truck

And when I'm driving through a town and see that all the kids look just like me

I hit the gas and kick up dust, cause one day you'll wake up

And I'll be skipping out the door, no you won't see me anymore

Yeah I'll be whipping out the driveway, sipping Jack inside my Ford

And after hours turn to days, you may be looking with no luck

Cause babe I'm good at pulling out one thing and that's my pickup truck

Yeah babe I'm good at pulling out one thing and that's my pickup truck