"Holler Boys 2.0" lyrics
We them holler boys
Holler if you're needin' somethin' done
And holler if you need a chip on a shoulder
Or a hand with a loaded gun
We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on
Leavin' two black marks down a one-lane road
Yeah, we, yeah, we
Yeah, we them holler boys
We those boys from the wood lands
We put wood in the truck bed
We show up to the shit show
With some guns [?]
Got too many tattoos, half of 'em faded
Ten less teeth, but damnit we made it
I smile at the camera with two middle fingers
With a shit-eating grin like a hillbilly baby
HB on the back of the glass
Too many states, shoulda been pointed out all of these fakes
If my shit's fire then we're eating snakes
We on a wave like we live at the lake, live at the lake
The holler ain't bothered by what is a fake
Been Huckleberry for more than a decade
Runnin' this street barefoot and baked
I don't need applause, I don't need attention
I don't need a mansion
I like gettin' down filthy with my people
I don't need the fame, I don't need a bank
I just need the spirt of a tank and a new trail for us to raise
We them holler boys
Holler if you're needin' somethin' done
And holler if you need a chip on a shoulder
Or a hand with a loaded gun
We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on
Leavin' two black marks down a one-lane road
Yeah, we, yeah, we
Yeah, we them holler boys
We pull up in rat-rods revin' in traffic
Reppin' the ground that grew us the baddest
Neck too red, skin shed like a rattle
Might turn the room 'cause now I'm the captain
Barbed wire fences now I'm Stonewall Jackson
Holler boys give me that stonewall action
M1 grandes out the window at cabins
And 33's chopped like a wagon
Speakin' of slingin', the real I don't caption
My words run together like an old lever action
My tristar try but my wheel traction
They rollin' up like some no neck attraction
This is the south, this is my blood
This my truth, this the mud
This the land where warriors are made to be warriors
When war is corruptin' when y'all had enough
This that white lightin', no more Turbulence
This the Mud to Gold, this wasn't Hooligan
Same old same can never budge me
Grew up to be Everlasting Country
[?] paving over these bricks gold
I'm labeled a name that never gets old
From a place that never folds
We them holler boys
Holler if you're needin' somethin' done
And holler if you need a chip on a shoulder
Or a hand with a loaded gun
We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on
Leavin' two black marks down a one-lane road
Yeah, we, yeah, we
Yeah, we them holler boys
Yeah, we them holler boys
Holler if you're needin' somethin' done
And holler if you need a chip on a shoulder
Or a hand with a loaded gun
We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on
Leavin' two black marks down a one-lane road
Yeah, we, yeah, we
Yeah, we them holler boys
We those boys from the wood lands
We put wood in the truck bed
We show up to the shit show
With some guns [?]
Got too many tattoos, half of 'em faded
Ten less teeth, but damnit we made it
I smile at the camera with two middle fingers
With a shit-eating grin like a hillbilly baby
HB on the back of the glass
Too many states, shoulda been pointed out all of these fakes
If my shit's fire then we're eating snakes
We on a wave like we live at the lake, live at the lake
The holler ain't bothered by what is a fake
Been Huckleberry for more than a decade
Runnin' this street barefoot and baked
I don't need applause, I don't need attention
I don't need a mansion
I like gettin' down filthy with my people
I don't need the fame, I don't need a bank
I just need the spirt of a tank and a new trail for us to raise
We them holler boys
Holler if you're needin' somethin' done
And holler if you need a chip on a shoulder
Or a hand with a loaded gun
We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on
Leavin' two black marks down a one-lane road
Yeah, we, yeah, we
Yeah, we them holler boys
We pull up in rat-rods revin' in traffic
Reppin' the ground that grew us the baddest
Neck too red, skin shed like a rattle
Might turn the room 'cause now I'm the captain
Barbed wire fences now I'm Stonewall Jackson
Holler boys give me that stonewall action
M1 grandes out the window at cabins
And 33's chopped like a wagon
Speakin' of slingin', the real I don't caption
My words run together like an old lever action
My tristar try but my wheel traction
They rollin' up like some no neck attraction
This is the south, this is my blood
This my truth, this the mud
This the land where warriors are made to be warriors
When war is corruptin' when y'all had enough
This that white lightin', no more Turbulence
This the Mud to Gold, this wasn't Hooligan
Same old same can never budge me
Grew up to be Everlasting Country
[?] paving over these bricks gold
I'm labeled a name that never gets old
From a place that never folds
We them holler boys
Holler if you're needin' somethin' done
And holler if you need a chip on a shoulder
Or a hand with a loaded gun
We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on
Leavin' two black marks down a one-lane road
Yeah, we, yeah, we
Yeah, we them holler boys
Yeah, we them holler boys
