Lyrics Redneck Anthem - Hosier, Upchurch

Redneck Anthem

R-ridin' around in that Silverado
I’m blacked out like a desperado
Ridin' with a shotty 'cause I keep my head high so
Smashin' on the gas with a cloud full of black smoke
Hit the off-road in my 250 two-stroke
Kickin' up mud while I’m smokin' on a new poke
Rebel mud bunny better shake it if I say so
Hosier’s got game like the OG Too $hort
I know that’s right
Got them fender flares a flarin'
Mud we tearin' speaker’s blarin'
We call that the country bog
Watermelon, mud we crawlin'
Mason jar I hear you callin'
Apple Bottom, honey pumpkin
Brew so loud you smell it comin'
I drive a big old truck
Jacked all the way up
With a pair of big nuts
Swingin' from the backside
Burnin' your back dry
Cigarillo baptized
Sippin' on a bottle of shine
Get you some back ride
Rooster tail and them dirt roads
Smash the gas the exhaust glow
My LED’s blind Ray Charles
My paint white black like eight balls
Pick 'em out the mud now I’m sittin' tall
Bumpin' out the door, chewin' on the chaw
With a southern drawl, drinkin' alcohol
With my favorite dogs 'cause we shuts it down
It’s the Hosier state and we slingin' mud
Only difference is all lockin' up
It’s playtime and we havin' fun
And everybody be muddy man
We burn 'em up and let the motor sang
We can hook 'em up but I’ma break the chain
I don’t drive in traffic, off-road my lane
And I’m twistin' up some of that funky thing
I drive a big old truck
Jacked all the way up
With a pair of big nuts
Swingin' from the backside
Burnin' your back dry
Cigarillo baptized
Sippin' on a bottle of shine
Get you some back ride
Got diamond plate in my floor board (Dang)
My gear shifter like a chain link (Right)
Attitude so stone cold
That Steve McMahon tried to sign me (What's up)
I’m a rare breed, the albino buck
So white that I’m lookin' like blank space (Yeah)
I bring that fire with Hosier boy
Like Duke boys with that shine crate (Oh yeah)
Got a six gun rockin' all hollow tips
Thick girls poppin' out them Model T’s
Got a chain on my boots that’s boss shit
Straight black on black like Cash bitch
You can see that smoke from a fifty mile zone
While I toss power lines in the redneck zone
Cornfield bound with the flame through the drum
Turn the radio up when it gets down low
I drive a big old truck
Jacked all the way up
With a pair of big nuts
Swingin' from the backside
Burnin' your back dry
Cigarillo baptized
Sippin' on a bottle of shine
Get you some back ride
I drive a big old truck
Jacked all the way up
With a pair of big nuts
Swingin' from the backside
Burnin' your back dry
Cigarillo baptized
Sippin' on a bottle of shine
Get you some back ride