[Intro | DJ drop | crowd hype | banjo stab] Yeah Crank that Let it hit [Verse 1 | rap-sung verse | banjo groove | heavy kick] Red dirt dust on a Friday night Headlights cut through a field of pines Georgia tag on a beat-up Ford Cooler rattlin’ in the truck bed floor Cornfield bass got the fence post leanin' Shotgun pop cuz the track hits mean Everybody drunk but everybody straight ‘Cause the DJ know how to regulate [Pre-Chorus | build-up | tension rise] From a porch light glow to a gravel lot One song deep and the whole place hot When the low end drop and the kick stay rude Whole damn crowd cutting loose [Chorus | anthemic chorus | melodic hook | crowd vocals] It’s red clay nights to the Tennessee line Speakers blowin’ in the back right beside the shine All the way west where the cold wind rocks High-altitude buzz in them Rockie tops DJ spin them pumps, and the bass kicks Everybody sideways, don’t give a shit Turnt up bad, yeah the scene go dumb Backroad party till the sun come up [Post-Chorus | chant hook | call and response] AYE Turn it louder AYE One more round [Verse 2 | aggressive rap verse | heavier guitar] Beer foam spill on the tailgate paint Boots in the mud, no time to think Snapback low, eyes half-glass Everyone lit up smokin on gas Girls on the hood, boys by the fire Subs so strong you couldn't hear a siren If the cops come through, we just kill the lights Then turn it back up when they clear out of sight [Pre-Chorus | half-drop | riser build] Same beat slap in a different state Same damn vibe, just a different plate When the snare drum hit and the bass cave in That’s when the party's people start loosing it [Chorus | anthemic chorus | stacked vocals | melodic hook] It’s red clay nights to the Tennessee line Speakers blowin’ in the back right beside the shine All the way west where the cold wind rocks High-altitude buzz in them Rockie tops DJ spin them pumps, and the bass kicks Everybody sideways, don’t give a shit Turnt up bad, yeah the scene go dumb Backroad party till the sun come up [Bridge | breakdown | banjo + sub bass | spoken hype] Turn the mids down Let the lows eat If it ain’t rattlin’, it ain’t loud enough [Final Chorus | power chorus | full band | crowd chant] From the red dirt roads to the mountain cold Same damn song, just a different area code Crank it up till the speakers cry Whole damn map feel the night go live DJ don’t stop, let it run that track Whole crowd gone, ain’t callin’ back Turnt up drunk, no kill switch plan Backroad riot across the land [Outro | fade | crowd noise | DJ tag] Yeah That’s the one Let it ride [End]
