Yeah, yeah, yeah
Brand new laces
Fresh pair of Jays, pocket full of blue faces
And I aint rocking nothing basic
Vanilla Rollie on my wrist
I be ice, ice baby
Good times, good vibes
Somewhere where I can go crazy
I need a good ride, with some good tires yeah
And I aint talkin Mercedes
Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
A few folks in my four by four
Seat laid back, cold six-pack, window cracked
I got the good fire rolled
Tennessee to Atlanta across the street to Alabama
Yelling out the window, Roll Tide Roll!
Cuttin through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 5-0-4
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Let the good times roll
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Let the good times roll
Still kinda hazy uh
We still in this truck goin down, down, baby
Were getting small town faded uh
Spinning mud through the tires of my F-150
Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
A few folks in my four by four
Seat laid back, cold six-pack, window cracked
I got the good fire rolled
Tennessee to Atlanta across the street to Alabama
Yelling out the window, Roll Tide Roll!
Cuttin through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 5-0-4
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Let the good times roll
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Let the good times roll
Yeah, crank that truck up, load it up
A few folks in my four by four
Seat laid back, cold six-pack, window cracked
I got the good fire rolled
Tennessee to Atlanta across the street to Alabama
Yelling out the window, Roll Tide Roll!
Cuttin through to Mississippi, got a lot of people with me
Through the swamps of the 5-0-4
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Let the good times roll
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Let the good times roll
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Goin down, down, baby
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Let the good time roll