Lyrics Outback [feat. The Lacs, Redneck Souljers, Bubba Sparxxx, Demun Jones, Durwood Black, D. Thrash, Moccasin Creek & Lenny Cooper] - Moonshine Bandits, Bubba Sparxxx, The Lacs

Outback [feat. The Lacs, Redneck Souljers, Bubba Sparxxx, Demun Jones, Durwood Black, D. Thrash, Moccasin Creek & Lenny Cooper]

Everything we do
We do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
Hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back,
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Outback where the forest is thick there’s a circle in the middle of field where
a bonfires lit cup full of shine copenhagen in my lip now I’m slippin sideways
probably wake up in a ditch so crank that music into the night and crack that
beer and raise it high stacked little blonde want a midnight ride take her back
to the country for a real good time
Everything we do
We do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
Hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back,
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Got me steppin in manure everytime I spit shit feel like cash in the photo with
the bird getting flipped came from the bottom so they label me a Catfish world
wide better grab you an atlas bonfire lit like willie let’s smoke rack full of
ribs in a smoker full of oak blackberry brandy off back in a duck blind black
lab runnin got huntin in his blood line came from a back but I’m back in the
lead back like a rack full of fat double ds back with a barrel on a rack let me
squeeze back on the trigger hit her right between the knees back with a tow
strap I pull em real heavy ladies gettin dirty out back on the chevy dive bar
beauty queen bubba call em bettys pedal to the metal baby girl I’m ready
Everything we do
We do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
Hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back,
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Tell em bout a burn pile hand on me and my hunny we can run a game of shoes we
can lose a little money might talk a little smack grab a sip of that jack bunch
of jacked up trucks all parked round back yeah get loose like ya do it up in
cali shine so smooth like ya crusin' in a caddy then we rolled us up a fatty
went around to the shed I had to back up off it it was buzzin my head
See I’m back in the mac I’m in the back with the lacs get on these bachelor
sacs now how hackers is that see I’m partyin to death with bacardi on my breath
I’m thinkin naughty to myself about this shawty on my left yeah we still out
back its the country outkast thinkin you can out rap yeah bitch I doubt that
meet us all out back and we’ll whoop that loud ass cause where bringin country
back quicker then a snap back
Everything we do
We do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
Hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back,
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Everything we do
We do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
Hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back,
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at