Driving a fast car, all my homies riding with me Got the location when I go to town, they know my name Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan No, she's five foot nothing, and I'm loving her twang I got a fire in my belly, and it's numbing my pain I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle And I been going crazy for a minute And my pick-up rims spinning your way You know it's all paid for, a tractor and a stable You know she want me I'm getting lost in her rhythm, I tried to flip the position And then she went and put me in my place And now the whiskey I'm sipping just taste a little bit bitter But I'ma finish every drop either way Driving a fast car, all my homies riding with me Got the location when I go to town, they know my name Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan No, she's five foot nothing, and I'm loving her twang I got a fire in my belly, and it's numbing my pain I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle I'm gone, so gone, but I ain't even leave Jacky whispered in my ear, "Son, you probably should stay" She got me all revved up, running every red light I'm ready to whenever, you just give me the sign The liquor giving them a backbones Told me, leave my keys and my cup and go home Well, I don't need your advice I'm looking for the after-party, and I'm going all-night Oh-oh-oh, she's like a red-hot fire, but her daddy said he'd kill me Oh-oh-oh, but I hit it like luke 'cause I'm driving like folk Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan No, she's five foot nothing, and I'm loving her twang I got a fire in my belly, and it's numbing my pain Drinking whiskey out the bottle and it drive her insane I need a jean short baddie with a farmer's tan No, she's five foot nothing, and I'm loving her twang I got a fire in my belly, and it's numbing my pain I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle I'm throwed, I'm throwed No cups, drinking out the bottle

Whaaa, wassup nigga? This for my niggas in them big trucks This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me? This for my big truck drivers, look nigga blow yo' big truck horn You still could see me in my big truck boy Smilin' like a lil' kid when I sped the corner with my brand new toy I got a bark in they call, talkin' 'bout They wishin' I'd would've came out the garage But, I guess that's too bad 'Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw my pad Strobe lights flash, solar baric, boom boom Big feet ten runnin' while they, vroom vroom Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me I'm 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel I can't watch the TV's from the sturrin' wheel Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin' ceilin' Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill Yeah, that's how you do that there Got bling and bass, everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray Dark lights with brights, the dark windows With the pistols in the hot spots fuckin' well right So when you bitches try to act hype I get the gat get the gat 'cause niggas don't fight When you get to Ruben 2, then make a right at the light And you might catch my rims will-millin' 'round night light I played a Jag' 'round rags And now excursion and escalade 'round upscale The Range Rover's don't even get gools 'Til it's time for rhythm city or either house of blues My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up My brother 'Rice in a mother-fucking Benz' truck Fresh light don't need no buffin' Just call a homie where I'm at, west coast custom Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin' 'Cause when I get it back y'all 'round can't touch it I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray Ain't no slack in my Mack, rollin' slow the windows down They recognize me so you know how they act Cuttin' up, fallin' out, tryin' to flirt and get nasty Raisin' shirt, showin' titties, talkin' 'bout autohgraphs I try my best to keep my fans happy I sign my name I grab the nipple they pull off and start laughin' Then it's back through the hood, tryin' to find somethin' good And after that I'm on my way back to good I knew that I'm on course at all time And I love grindin' like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine 2002 and you dodgin' me now Big truck gonna come up ain't no holdin' us down Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic My black big truck half match my big truck jacket Do shows and get paid when I travel stay busy it be gone Now this a big truck driver I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver And you know when you pass Those small trucks you doin' them wrong This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray I'm a big truck driver, I'm a big truck driver This is for my riders big truck drivers Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray