[Chorus:]

We holla hell yeah

Put the radio on blast

Got the speakers rockin' Willie and Waylon and Johnny Cash

Holla hell yeah

Sippin' apple pie got the coolers filled up with nothin' but Bud Lite

Holla hell yeah

We got the trucks that sit high when we get to feelin' right we ride off into the night

Holla hell yeah

Rev it up loud and when them tailpipes are poppin' we don't stop rockin

Holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah



[Demun Jones:]

We holla hell yeah

We like the party loud

Rebels of the south throwin' down in a small town

We keep it rockin' non stop and got the system throttled

Drop the tailgate and watch the beer start a poppin'

Girls dancing on a pole in the back of the truck

With the Solo Cups drinks up no edit

Everything uncut take notes and I'll show you how to stunt

Leader of the south yeah I'm king of the [?]



[Chorus:]

We holla hell yeah

Put the radio on blast

Got the speakers rockin' Willie and Waylon and Johnny Cash

Holla hell yeah

Sippin' apple pie got the coolers filled up with nothin' but Bud Lite

Holla hell yeah

We got the trucks that sit high when we get to feelin' right we ride off into the night

Holla hell yeah

Rev it up loud and when them tailpipes are poppin' we don't stop rockin

Holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah



[Colt Ford:]

It's the cow tippin' shine sippin' southern super hero

The greatest of all time with that country rhyme we know

Who makes 'em holla hell yeah yeah I got to tell ya

Mud slingin' country singin' Colt Ford well ya

Who else could it be bangin' in the boondocks

Their ain't but one of me and son I ain't gonna never stop

Gooder than Granny grits bro I'm in beast mode

I brought a bunch of guns I ain't gotta reload



[Chorus:]

We holla hell yeah

Put the radio on blast

Got the speakers rockin' Willie and Waylon and Johnny Cash

Holla hell yeah

Sippin' apple pie got the coolers filled up with nothin' but Bud Lite

Holla hell yeah

We got the trucks that sit high when we get to feelin' right we ride off into the night

Holla hell yeah

Rev it up loud and when them tailpipes are poppin' we don't stop rockin

Holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah



[Lenny Cooper:]

Give me that F350 keep your Bentley

Redneck boys make noise if you're with me

Dixie dimes shootin' in high heal boots

And that bootie stick out like a shotgun shoots

Double barrel Winchester sawed off

Tossed in the back of the jacked up and hauled off

I got my straw hat tied on tight

And my shades in case the bonfire burns to bright



[Chorus:]

We holla hell yeah

Put the radio on blast

Got the speakers rockin' Willie and Waylon and Johnny Cash

Holla hell yeah

Sippin' apple pie got the coolers filled up with nothin' but Bud Lite

Holla hell yeah

We got the trucks that sit high when we get to feelin' right we ride off into the night

Holla hell yeah

Rev it up loud and when them tailpipes are poppin' we don't stop rockin

Holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah

Holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah (hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah)

We holla hell yeah

Hell yeah!