Big Trucks Letra

I promise I'm gonna 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 (Hell yeah)

Raise your, raise your, raise 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
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
Hollar at your boy and I'ma get right with ya
I didn't mean to cause a scene, go ahead 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

Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
I promise I'm gonna 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 (Hell yeah)

I'm, I'm lovin' it
Big pipes I'm like a shuttle lift
Truck so high I could park a 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 your break pumpin'
Dare somebody to say somethin'
Crown in my bedroom, I can feel the hate comin'
Now drop it down watch a country girl shake somethin'
Feel like I'm playin' tic-tac-toe
The way I got these men textin' me, these ex's and hoes
Keep my bourbon in a big ol' cup
Country girl with a big ol' butt

Got that big ol' diesel whistlin'
Speakers knockin' listenin' to Upchurch up in Michigan
Talkin' or ya hopin' in?
Put the Micky Thompsons on the Chevy I've been rockin' them
Pocket full of stones, don't try to box me in
Bangers when you hear it gotta turn the volume up
Rearview mirror shakin', couple cases in the trunk
I ain't drinkin' with no chaser and I ain't ever get stuck
How's the view down there in that rutt 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 wanna uhh
I'm just tryna get her home and watch her shake that big ol' butt

Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
I promise I'm gonna 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) It's Dustin Leigh
Stupid, stupid, stupid (Hell yeah)

I pull up lookin' down (Down)
Two only wheels on the ground (Ground)
Think you see a plane 'cause my truck be in the clouds
It's Dustin 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
You'll see a southern belle sittin' by my side
A fifth of bourbon bein' drunk until it's dry
It's only noon but I ain't cryin'
'Bout to turn up, yeah, it's time
Trucks so damn stupid they might cut it a check
My wheels built for dirt incase 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...

Big truck rider, if I pull up beside ya
I promise I'm gonna have you lookin' up