You and your high horse To know that you ain't ever gonna come down So, why don't you giddy up, giddy up And ride straight out of this town 'Cause everyone knows someone who kills the buzz Every time they open up their mouth Yeah, everyone knows someone

Watch me, do this Watch me, watch me (Yeah!) That's what they yell when we come around (Yeah!) This is your town? Well we run it now (Yeah!) How big is your army, a hunnit thou? (Yeah!) If you want the rain then we comin' down Look, watch me, watch me

All this money got you in your feelings I just copped a coupe to cop the ceiling, oh yeah When you leave town, your bitch can't wait to see me You know everything about me, you wanna be me, oh yeah I blew a check, you know I bought a whip, you know I

Ready set let's ride Ready set let's roll Get your little fine ass on the step Ready set let's roll, Shimmy up inside, Just slide girl by my side girl Yeah, we can run this town I can rock your world

I drive your truck Every back road in this town I find a field, I tear it up I roll every window down and I burn up Till all the pain’s a cloud of dust Yeah, sometimes I drive your truck Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray Half empty bottle of Gatorade