Lenny Cooper, Colt Ford, Demun Jones - Hell Yeah lyrics

We holla hell yeah put the radio on blast
Got the speakers rockin' Willie and
Waylon and Johnny Cash holla hell yeah
Sippin' apple pie got the coolers filled
Up with nothin' but Bud Light
Holla hell yeah
We got the trucks that sit high when we get
To feelin' right we ride off into the night
Holla hell yeah
Rev it up loud and when them tailpipes
Are poppin' we don't stop a rockin'
Holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah

We holla hell yeah, we like the party loud
Rebels of the south throwin' down
In a small town we keep it rockin' non stop
And got the system throttled
Drop the tailgate and watch the
Beer start a poppin'
Girls dancin' on a pole in
The back of the truck
With the Solo cups drinks up no edit
Everything uncut take notes and I'll
Show you how to stunt
Leader of the south yeah I'm king of the cut

We holla hell yeah put the radio on blast
Got the speakers rockin' Willie and
Waylon and Johnny Cash holla hell yeah
Sippin' apple pie got the coolers filled
Up with nothin' but Bud Lite holla hell yeah
We got the trucks that sit high when we get
To feelin' right we ride off into the night
Holla hell yeah
Rev it up loud and when them tailpipes
Are poppin' we don't stop a rockin'
Holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah

It's the cow tippin' shine
Sippin' southern super hero
The greatest of all time
With that country rhyme, we know
Who makes 'em holla hell yeah
Yeah I got to tell ya
Mud slingin' country singin' Colt
Ford well yeah
Who else could it be bangin' in the boondocks
Their ain't but one of me and
Son I ain't gonna never stop
Gooder than Granny grit's bro
I'm in beast mode i brought a bunch of guns
I ain't gotta reload

We holla hell yeah put the radio on blast
Got the speakers rockin' Willie and
Waylon and Johnny Cash holla hell yeah
Sippin' apple pie got the coolers filled
Up with nothin' but Bud Light
Holla hell yeah
We got the trucks that sit high when we get
To feelin' right we ride off into the night
Holla hell yeah
Rev it up loud and when them tailpipes
Are poppin' we don't stop rockin
Holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah

Give me that F350 keep your Bentley
Redneck boys make noise if you're with me
Dixie dimes tootin' in high heal boots
And that bootie stick out
Like a shotgun shoots
Double barrel Winchester sawed off
Tossed in the back of the
Jacked up and hauled off
I got my straw hat tied on tight
And my shades in case the
Bonfire burns too bright

We holla hell yeah put the radio on blast
Got the speakers rockin' Willie and
Waylon and Johnny Cash holla hell yeah
Sippin' apple pie got the coolers filled
Up with nothin' but Bud Light
Holla hell yeah
We got the trucks that sit high when we get
To feelin' right we ride off into the night
Holla hell yeah
Rev it up loud and when them tailpipes
Are poppin' we don't stop a rockin'
Holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah
(Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah)
We holla hell yeah hell yeah!