[Intro]
Yeah (Let's go, let's go)

[Chorus: Savannah Dexter & Demun Jones]
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)
I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up
I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Break your— Break your—)

[Verse 1: Demun Jones]
Break your neck back, lookin' up that super jacked
Super Duty max blacked out from the front to the back
Console packed full of green and magazines
But not that kind you smoke or the kind you read (Indeed)
Have you ever seen a hundred thousand dollar truck?
Well, pay attention suckers, Demun Jones is pullin' up
Custom stitched leather seats with that heater for your butt
Logos in the head rest, Jones County stand up
Holler at your boy and I'ma get right with ya
I didn't mean to cause a scene, go 'head and take you a picture
I'm a big truck boss, flossin' so photogenic
Somebody grab me a ladder and I'll be down in a minute, come on
[Chorus: Savannah Dexter]
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)
I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up
I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
Stupid, stupid, stupid (I'm—)

[Verse 2: Savannah Dexter]
I'm lovin' it, big pipes, I'm like a shuttle lift
Truck so high I could park your truck up under it
Big wheels spin on every truck that I'm in
I call 'em upper cuts 'cause they come up to my chin
Bass bumpin', turn left, the frame rubbin'
Pull up on you break-pumpin', dare someone to say somethin'
Crown in my bedroom, I can feel the hate comin'
Now drop it down and watch a country girl shake somethin'
Feel like I'm playin' tic-tac-toe
The way I got these men textin' me these Xs and Os
I keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup
Country girl with a big ol' butt

[Verse 3: Adam Calhoun]
Got that big ol' diesel whistlin', speakers knockin', listenin'
To Upchurch up in Michigan, you talkin' or you hoppin' in?
Put the Mickey Thompsons on the Chevy I've been rockin' since
"Pocket Full of Stones", don't try to box me in
Bangers when you hear it, gotta turn the volume up, ayy
Rearview mirror shakin', couple cases in the trunk
I ain't drinkin' with no chaser and I never get stuck
How's the view down there in that rut lookin' up?
Flyin' by with the finest cutie pie, she a ten
Sittin' high, drinkin' apple pie, there she go again
Tryna rev my engine up, actin' like she tryna— uh
I'm just tryna get her home and watch her shake that big ol' butt, 'cause I'm a
[Chorus: Savannah Dexter & Dusty Leigh]
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up (Lookin' up)
I'm a product of the south, all I do is act up
I've been drinkin' since eleven, every time I get drunk I get
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)
Stupid, stupid (It's Dusty Leigh), stupid (Hell yeah)
Stupid (Ayy, what up?), stupid, stupid

[Verse 4: Dusty Leigh]
I pull up lookin' down (Down), see only wheels on the ground (Ground)
You think you seen a plane 'cause my truck be in the clouds
It's Dusty Leigh, I'm the party boy, ride around in a Tonka toy
When I show my face, all the country girls go bonkers for me
I'm lifted up, lifted up to the sky (Sky)
You'll see a southern belle sittin' by my side (Side)
A fifth of bourbon bein' drunk until it's dry
Only noon, but I ain't cryin', 'bout to turn up, yeah, it's time (Let's go)
My truck's so damn stupid, state might cut it a check (A check)
My wheels built for dirt in case I go off track
I don't know it all, but I know for a fact
Real men like their truck beefy like Sav from the back, yeah, I'm a

[Outro: Savannah Dexter]
Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
I promise I'm gon' have you lookin' up