Demun Jones, Upchurch, Durwood Black - Off Road lyrics

We're going off road
Way back off the highway
(Uh)
Head out the window with
The hat cocked sideways
Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway
Put on some Hank
Let's crank it like it's Friday
Off road, way back off the highway (Uh)
Head out the window with
The hat cocked sideways
(I got my boys)
Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway
(Uh)
Throw on some Hank
Let's crank it like it's Friday

I've got my boys and my beer
They got toys jacked up to here
Got room for a loaded white tail in the rear
Get a ladder 'cause you gotta
Climb up in here
Ain't talking 'bout deer, y'all know it
Yeah we going off road for sure
It's time for the boys with the rounds to
Blow it, where you see the convoy
Don't follow it
Let's just roll, roll
Way back off the highway where nobody knows
Corn rows and the sun shining bright
Right through the pine trees
That's where you'll find me
Light breeze, Yeti on freeze
71 Z's and Betty's on these
Rocking the states, Canadians
Overseas, refugees
Thai friends and Chinese
Hit the web store for tanks and tees
With the logo on it please
And thanks for the cheese
Everything that JC boy needs
Like feedin' my chicks red
Wings and real trees
Ammunition's for our 15's with a bump
Stock jumpin' like backward jeans
Yeah that's me, the one
Choppin' down trees
Flippin' through high capacity magazines

We're going off road
Way back off the highway
(Uh)
Head out the window with
The hat cocked sideways
(I got my boys)
Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway
(Uh)
Put on some Hank
Let's crank it like it's Friday
Off road, way back off the highway (Uh)
Head out the window with
The hat cocked sideways
(I got my boys)
Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway
(Uh)
Throw on some Hank
Let's crank it like it's Friday
(Upchurch)

Where's the keys to my four-wheeler
I'm about to tear this whole track up
Tony Stewart these fucking punks, no breaks
All I know is gas son
Me and Demun in a K5 with a
Brush guard like a freight train
We gon' party hard in this cornfield
Let the KC lights just guide the way
To a dead end road in the game reserve
Where them shotgun shells ain't even heard
Where the pot plants grow and
The moonshine burns and
The cops don't go 'cause of shit they heard
Got rednecks tatted on their face and hands
(Hands)
Dirty work puts money in the pants (Pants)
Red Camaro, turbo with the trans
(Trans)
Dashboard rockin' two tanned up legs
Never had a chance to come roll up fresh
Paint jobbing on my truck
With some Walmart cans
Camouflage on the dents baby I'm that man
Turnt up like a bunch of fucking Nascar fans
Shit, all I do is win like Ricky Bobby
Behind the seat Benelli with shawty
Me and Jones about to crank the party
Hope you rockin' on some Mickey Thompson's

We're going off road
Way back off the highway
(Uh)
Head out the window with
The hat cocked sideways
(I got my boys)
Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway
(Uh)
Put on some Hank
Let's crank it like it's Friday
Off road, way back off the highway (Uh)
Head out the window with
The hat cocked sideways
(I got my boys)
Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway
(Uh)
Throw on some Hank
Let's crank it like it's Friday

Off road, way back off the highway (Uh)
Head out the window with
The hat cocked sideways
(I got my boys)
Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway
(Uh)
Put on some Hank
Let's crank it like it's Friday
Off road, way back off the highway (uh)
Head out the window with
The hat cocked sideways
(I got my boys)
Chrome stacked blowing black to the skyway
(Uh)
Throw on some Hank
Let's crank it like it's Friday

I got my boys
Uh
I got my boys
Uh, uh
I got my boys
Uh
I got my boys
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