[Chorus: Fatt Tarr] The rednecks up in this thing you better bounce
It's titties jigglin' while we pourin' liquor by the ounce
Jack Daniels on the house
We 'bout to get stupid get up and move it
Just forget what your doin' make it bounce

[Verse 1: C-Hubb] Now let me ask you what these things have in common? (Have in common)
Dryer sheets, trampolines, and your mama (And your mama)
Think about it for a second
Nevermind I'm gonna tell ya
So in case you haven't guessed it it's that bounce
Like king shots of them mud bogs
Some double D's in my front lawn
Like Redneck Souljers music does with my subs on
Came through we got mud on it
Diesel smoke black as damn onyx
All the country girls hooked on it
Not phonics that bounce boy
Now make 'em bounce like a basketball
We ain't talkin' sports boe not at all (Woo)
Chevy trucks on them lift kits
Mud tires got big grips
We bounce around 'til her nip slips
On all four's or four wheels
All night we gonna bounce
I ain't in no rock band
But we rocked that whole crowd
Hick hop 2Chainz
My lines dope as cocaine is
Rockin' them shotguns and flannels like Cobain did

[Chorus: Fatt Tarr] The rednecks up in this thing you better bounce
It's titties jigglin' while we pourin' liquor by the ounce
Jack Daniels on the house
We 'bout to get stupid get up and move it
Just forget what your doin' make it bounceNow make it bounce
Yeah make it bounce

[Post-Chorus: Fatt Tarr] Now make it bounce (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Make it bounce (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Now make it bounce (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Just forget what your doin' make it bounce

[Verse 2: Fatt Tarr] Well I walked off in the place and all I saw was titties
20 beers from the bar got me feelin' shitty
Phillip Allen to my left, Wonderboi to my right
Mikey got a stack or two and he's gonna spend it all tonight
Yeah Stacker 2 we gettin' hype
While they're bouncin' left to right
Nashville or Huntsville, I forgot where we're at tonight
That's alright that's okay, it's just any given day
Money flyin' in this mothertrucker like a hurricane
Some Typa Way came on and everybody lost there shit
Broke my phone ain't goin' home, man I can't get enough of this
Took a piss at 3 A.M. right outside the Waffle House
Man it's time we get our ass to that hotel and pass out
Woke up and said damn I just spent half of my money
We was bouncin' we was rockin'
Wonder dropped about 600
Man I swear, man I swear
I don't wanna leave that place
But I don't care, I don't care
I won't forget that waitress' face

[Chorus: Fatt Tarr] The rednecks up in this thing you better bounce
It's titties jigglin' while we pourin' liquor by the ounce
Jack Daniels on the house
We 'bout to get stupid get up and move it
Just forget what your doin' make it bounceNow make it bounce
Yeah make it bounce

[Post-Chorus: Fatt Tarr] Now make it bounce (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Make it bounce (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Now make it bounce (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Just forget what your doin' make it bounce