Cop A Truck(with Brantley Gilbert) Songtext
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Cop A Truck(with Brantley Gilbert) Songtext
Might cop a truck
Thinking ′bout tires in the mud
Leave city lights in the dust
Might cop a truck
Cruise with the radio up
Looking at the stars above
Roll sumthin' up
Take a lil joyride, we can get stuck
Laying in the long-bed make a lil love
Gone off map ′til the sun comes up
If you down with that, I might cop a truck
Had a few whips
Had a few rides
Never had one for my countryside (c'mon)
How many hoes can a four-wheel drive
I'm a find out by Thursday night
The Tesla only fits 13 women (damn)
Tryna get my numbers up to three digits
Hallelujah, got me feeling religious
And I mean business
I think I might cop a truck
Thinking ′bout tires in the mud
Leave city lights in the dust
Might cop a truck
Cruise with the radio up
Looking at the stars above
Roll sumthin′ up
Take a lil joyride, we can get stuck
Laying in the long-bed make a lil love
Gone off map 'til the sun comes up
If you down with that, I might cop a truck
I might cop an old school box-body
Big block baby, ain′t no way the cops stop me
Got them mud grips
I'm talkin′ way bigger
Jack it up, got it looking like the Gravedigger
Me and Gravy wishin' all of y′all would
12-gauge in the rack so it's always all good
Take it to the house
Swap it for the dually Roush
Got them 808's crankin′ just to make my baby′s booty bounce
It's the fuckin′ South
Might cop a truck
Thinking 'bout tires in the mud
Leave city lights in the dust
Might cop a truck
Cruise with the radio up
Looking at the stars above
Roll sumthin′ up
Take a lil joyride, we can get stuck
Laying in the long-bed make a lil love
Gone off map 'til the sun comes up
If you down with that, I might cop a truck
I might cop a truck (hey)
I might cop a truck (hey)
Thinking ′bout tires in the mud
Leave city lights in the dust
Might cop a truck
Cruise with the radio up
Looking at the stars above
Roll sumthin' up
Take a lil joyride, we can get stuck
Laying in the long-bed make a lil love
Gone off map ′til the sun comes up
If you down with that, I might cop a truck
Had a few whips
Had a few rides
Never had one for my countryside (c'mon)
How many hoes can a four-wheel drive
I'm a find out by Thursday night
The Tesla only fits 13 women (damn)
Tryna get my numbers up to three digits
Hallelujah, got me feeling religious
And I mean business
I think I might cop a truck
Thinking ′bout tires in the mud
Leave city lights in the dust
Might cop a truck
Cruise with the radio up
Looking at the stars above
Roll sumthin′ up
Take a lil joyride, we can get stuck
Laying in the long-bed make a lil love
Gone off map 'til the sun comes up
If you down with that, I might cop a truck
I might cop an old school box-body
Big block baby, ain′t no way the cops stop me
Got them mud grips
I'm talkin′ way bigger
Jack it up, got it looking like the Gravedigger
Me and Gravy wishin' all of y′all would
12-gauge in the rack so it's always all good
Take it to the house
Swap it for the dually Roush
Got them 808's crankin′ just to make my baby′s booty bounce
It's the fuckin′ South
Might cop a truck
Thinking 'bout tires in the mud
Leave city lights in the dust
Might cop a truck
Cruise with the radio up
Looking at the stars above
Roll sumthin′ up
Take a lil joyride, we can get stuck
Laying in the long-bed make a lil love
Gone off map 'til the sun comes up
If you down with that, I might cop a truck
I might cop a truck (hey)
I might cop a truck (hey)
Writer(s): Brett Tyler, Brantley Gilbert, Michael Whitworth, Matthew Hauri, Andrew Baylis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com