"Off-Road" lyrics
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when the pumps start dumpin' (Yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Tell a few stories while we sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with some mud on the tires
Southern slur in my words, up early with the birds
Lil' mama over the pot, I just sit back and watch
Her special seasoning, that's it, a lil' cheese in the grit
I'm a lil' older, I admit, but that ain't no reason to quit
I go off road with the RaRa, chopper sound like Chewbacca
Slide to Brunswick, have some fun with them two boys, guess who shot ya
In the woods, no Wi-Fi, buck and you go, "Bye bye"
And my battle cry go, "Yigh-yigh-yigh-yigh!"
Get money!
Curses my verses, folks die behind lies
Southern pride when I slide, skyline pink when I ride
Water hose in my jeans, no shoes in the sun
Houseboats in the lake, jet-skis in the water
CBD Sunday drive, we flyin' and swervin'
Offroad Suburban, that pecan bourbon
I don't give a hot damn, them chitlins in the pot
We smokin' that foot, we sittin' on the porch
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when the pumps start dumpin' (Yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Tell a few stories while we sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with some mud on the tires
It's just us and the beasts, we like big game to these creatures
I'm not playing with you fuckers, so I brought my street sweeper
Whether gangsters and killers, so-called thugs and wig splitters
Plenty talking no action, that's what I thought, tongue wrestling
Buckshot, then a slug Poker face mean mug
Stupid gassed by the atmosphere, got the shine by the jug
Lamb chops on the fire, throw some shrooms in the gravy
Tied up the fugazi, that city life be so crazy
I throw my middle finger to the night, get it hype
It's the morning, still yawning, ready to ride through the mud
What I love is my girl and my truck, get it up
Bust a shot at a buck, hope I don't get stuck
When I'm shooting, better duck
Gotta have some good luck
'Cause I really don't give a fuck, country corn get shuck
Dripping dirt out the muck, when I'm drunk like to knuck
Turn green like the Hulk, protein, a lot of bulk
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when the pumps start dumpin' (Yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Tell a few stories while we sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with some mud on the tires
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when the pumps start dumpin' (Yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Tell a few stories while we sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with some mud on the tires
Southern slur in my words, up early with the birds
Lil' mama over the pot, I just sit back and watch
Her special seasoning, that's it, a lil' cheese in the grit
I'm a lil' older, I admit, but that ain't no reason to quit
I go off road with the RaRa, chopper sound like Chewbacca
Slide to Brunswick, have some fun with them two boys, guess who shot ya
In the woods, no Wi-Fi, buck and you go, "Bye bye"
And my battle cry go, "Yigh-yigh-yigh-yigh!"
Get money!
Curses my verses, folks die behind lies
Southern pride when I slide, skyline pink when I ride
Water hose in my jeans, no shoes in the sun
Houseboats in the lake, jet-skis in the water
CBD Sunday drive, we flyin' and swervin'
Offroad Suburban, that pecan bourbon
I don't give a hot damn, them chitlins in the pot
We smokin' that foot, we sittin' on the porch
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when the pumps start dumpin' (Yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Tell a few stories while we sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with some mud on the tires
It's just us and the beasts, we like big game to these creatures
I'm not playing with you fuckers, so I brought my street sweeper
Whether gangsters and killers, so-called thugs and wig splitters
Plenty talking no action, that's what I thought, tongue wrestling
Buckshot, then a slug Poker face mean mug
Stupid gassed by the atmosphere, got the shine by the jug
Lamb chops on the fire, throw some shrooms in the gravy
Tied up the fugazi, that city life be so crazy
I throw my middle finger to the night, get it hype
It's the morning, still yawning, ready to ride through the mud
What I love is my girl and my truck, get it up
Bust a shot at a buck, hope I don't get stuck
When I'm shooting, better duck
Gotta have some good luck
'Cause I really don't give a fuck, country corn get shuck
Dripping dirt out the muck, when I'm drunk like to knuck
Turn green like the Hulk, protein, a lot of bulk
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when the pumps start dumpin' (Yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Tell a few stories while we sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with some mud on the tires
