Correction Lyrics To The Max by Hosier

Featuring(s) : Smo & Austin Michael

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Lyrics

Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
Rollin' back with the peddle to the max
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fire up the truck with my vision on two
Ridin' down a back road with the windows down
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ridin' around on them back roads
With some loud plates and some good 'dro
5% off on the 10, got a square up body with a lot of dents
With a bad broad ride shotgun
She thick, and damn, that's sticky, son
Cornfed with big ole buns
Got dark hair, shine like the sun
Good ole boy, we wildin'
Four-wheel drive, high like a pilot
Bass kickin' like karate
Phone's a flashin' like paparazzi
Pop a brew, and let's get litty
Indiana puttin' on to the top in a jiffy
And I'm Hosier, the midwest outlaw
Hop up in the ridе with the beers on chill
Rollin' back with the peddlе to the max
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fire up the truck with my vision on two
Ridin' down a back road with the windows down (hey, hey, c'mon)
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Let's get it
You know, you know that
I be smokin' on that O-O
Stank loud as doo-doo
Shawty ridin' shotty with a shotty actin' cuckoo
Icebox full of new-new
Swisher big as Shamu
You know that I'm the man in here
My flow be slicker than shampoo
Ridin' high, layin' low
Blowin' down these back roads
In the sticks of Tennessee
Kinfolk you already know
I'm the boss, I got the sauce
State to state, we set 'em off
California, Colorado, back to the farm
I'm hick Ross
Hustin', hustlin' from the barnyard to the truck bed
We dufflin', dufflin', pack some Top Shelf to the midwest
There's nothin' to dump on 'em
And fill 'em up with the hot lead
So pull on up, if you want somethin'
Hosier, hey, that's enough said
Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
Rollin' back with the peddle to the max
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fire up the truck with my vision on two
Ridin' down a back road with the windows down
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Lost on the road like gorillas, oh
Got a back wood and it's full of 'dro
Cooler full of liquor, beers on chill
Can't see the roads because of all the smoke
Good ole boys sippin' down on 'shine
With some Southern belles, and they all fine
Watch your sips, click, kick back
'Cause you tilt back with some good rhymes
We back road strollin'
We party 'til the mornin's
No time for the yawnin's
It's YOLO, we goin' in
Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
On a back road in some country fields
We party down until the sun tilts
With a bonfire, we raise Cain
Like whop it, flop it, 'cause we're into pain
We make you jump to The House of Pain
Beers on cold make you freeze your brain
Eye shining like a light glass
You get fire water made from the Mass
No slow lanes, 'cause we livin' fast
Turn the speakers up to the max
Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
Rollin' back with the peddle to the max
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fire up the truck with my vision on two
Ridin' on a back road with the windows down
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Hop up in the ride with the beers on chill
Rollin' back with the peddle to the max
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh
Fire up the truck with my vision on two
Ridin' down a back road with the windows down
Like, ooh, ooh, ooh

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