Lyrics Jacked up - Charlie Farley, Colt Ford, Bubba Sparxxx

Jacked up

Woo come on
Gimme them there buck shot, buck shot
And I take 'em to that there back road
Gimme them there loud pipes, loud pipes
And I’ll rack 'em till your ear explode
Gimme them there nevermind, nevermind
It don’t matter what you give me
'Cause anything I got is four-wheel drive
Hi, I’m a redneck I keep mine
Jacked up, old truck, new tires, and I keep it
Jacked up, Solo cup, with the Crown and I’m stayin'
Jacked up, music up, windows down, so I keep it
Jacked up, and if you’re talking bad about the country
You gonna get it jacked up
I get it then kick it in four-wheel drive (yeah)
Spinnin' them tires with the grip and slingin' mud a mile high (yeah)
If you’re wonderin' where am I, I am on that mile wide
Track route, whipped out, slip n slidin'
Mack tires, get down deep, they divin'
Extra baloney, ride with the fish homey
Honest on this ride first
Run tadpoles jump out like I don’t want it
Mud on it, boggin', even if I was lonely
The only thing is, I ain’t my friends
I’m callin' 'em till the morning