[Verse 1: Danny O]
Ridin’ around in this truck, system all the way up
Headed out to the field gon’ tear that thang’ up
This that boondock we livin’
Slang some mud you wit’ it
Chevy sittin’ like a skyscraper
Ain’t no way you gon’ miss it
These Rebel flags they flyin’
This southern state of mind
Bonfires ain’t the only thang’ to be blazin’ off in these pines
Drank somethin’ let’s get it started
Mud on the tires and it ain’t a party
Burn in your chest and it ain’t Bacardi
Shine in my cup and you know we start it
We turnt up on these mud grips
Black on black with these chrome lips
This whiskey here and I’m gon’ sip
We sideways, we might flip
Backroads and these mudholes
Open fields where we go
This hick life in the sticks right with my shotgun in my seat though

[Chorus: Teacher Preacher and more]
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
44’s cause we ridin’ through the mud (through the mud)
I can’t help it bein’ country’s in my blood (in my blood)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
44’s cause we ridin’ through the mud (through the mud)
I can’t help it bein’ country’s in my blood (in my blood)

[Verse 2: Kuntry Strong]
Jacked up trucks in the middle of the field
Cooler full of bud light, chicken on the grill
Yeah that’s just the way we feel
How we live and what we do
Kuntry Strong with Danny O and Teacher Preacher what a crew
Four doors big trucks, the BoonDock Kingz of country funk
Got a 12 inch lift with 44’s, that’s country tough
In the middle of the woods in the sticks is where I’m at
With a couple girls posin’ like they on a mud flap
It’s a fact we keep it dirty, every hour's beer thirty
When ya truck is getting’ stuck, the only time we’re in a hurry
Leave your worries back at home
Please follow those instructions
And be sure to keep it muddy
This a D thrash production

[Chorus: Teacher Preacher and more]
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
44’s cause we ridin’ through the mud (through the mud)
I can’t help it bein’ country’s in my blood (in my blood)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
44’s cause we ridin’ through the mud (through the mud)
I can’t help it bein’ country’s in my blood (in my blood)

[Verse 3: Teacher Preacher]
You see there’s somethin’ bout’ that red clay
Chevrolet on 44’s
Mason jars with shine in it
Got Dixie cups and them Solo’s
Spread a little pot on the dirt road
While I skirt slow with my windows up
North Georgia, Appalachia
4 doors so I throw that up
12 inches I'ma live it up
Now my Silverado sittin’ like a Mac truck
Silence haters, shred em’ up
Now n’ later, candy crush
Sip your bud just to get your buzz
Just pass me one because they ice cold
Country love, Dixie Pride
That’s the life that we fightin’ for
I'ma let that dice roll
Play it maestro with that v8
Keep a 12 gauge in that gun rack
And it’s all black because I don’t play
Fade away, disappear, sayonara, no tomorrow
Teacher Preacher nice to meet cha
Boondocks, Kignz of farrows

[Chorus: Teacher Preacher and more]
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
44’s cause we ridin’ through the mud (through the mud)
I can’t help it bein’ country’s in my blood (in my blood)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
44’s cause we ridin’ through the mud (through the mud)
I can’t help it bein’ country’s in my blood (in my blood)

[Verse 4: D Thrash and Dez]
I keep that lift kit on the truck
Mine though, don’t get stuck
When you see me comin’ your way
Don’t run son just duck
As I cruise by, ridin’ high
All the girls wanna ride
Ya’ll know its D. Thrash
As I press on the gas and fly (fly fly fly)
We make them city folks cry (cry cry cry)
Rollin’ coal up in the sky (sky sky sky)
And we don’t even have to try (try try try)
That’s how we ride (That’s how we ride)

Comin’ around like a renegade
With a mess of rednecks
Rollin’ in the back
And now we elevated
Y'all know that the bottom of the truck
And the ground needa’ be kept separated
Never stranded
We stayin’ manic
Them crazy antics
Done made em’ panic
We command at rand’
That red head candid
And you know that we all stayin’
Boondock branded

[Chorus: Teacher Preacher and more]
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
44’s cause we ridin’ through the mud (through the mud)
I can’t help it bein’ country’s in my blood (in my blood)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
44’s cause we ridin’ through the mud (through the mud)
I can’t help it bein’ country’s in my blood (in my blood)

[Verse 5: Porch Matthews]
I elevated my game
Chins up’s on my frame
Wrecking ball these lanes
Call me the crane
Spendin’ all I make jackin’ up this thang
Only got this truck cause I can’t afford no tank
Comin’ out the (?)
Doublin at you, who
Think I’ll go again
Double deal of two scoops
Fruit loops
Dippin 2 cans of chew chew
I’m the yogi bear in these woods like you do
Your boo-boo’s to boo-hoo’s
I’d cry too
If I always had to cruise low altitude
On these backwoods dirt roads avenues
Them smoke stacks roll black and blue
I ride high all damn day
My clock don’t go coo-coo
You try to imitate
You fools got some screws loose
My truck sound like thunder
Just call me redneck Zeus
Deuces to all who ride lower than I do

[Chorus: Teacher Preacher and more]
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
44’s cause we ridin’ through the mud (through the mud)
I can’t help it bein’ country’s in my blood (in my blood)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
I put a 12 inch lift on my truck (on my truck)
44’s cause we ridin’ through the mud (through the mud)
I can’t help it bein’ country’s in my blood (in my blood)