High Octane

Band (Band, Band) bandPlay
Church

I'ma lit flame surrounded by some shit stains
Flew up in the game like
An Air Force jet plane
Gettin' sick brain from my thick
Fame with that slick twang
And the way she say "Can I
Get up in your truck bae?"
Chain wallets and hot guns
Serial numbers they got none
Spend 10g's on Craigslist to chop
Off that top son kitchen table tattooed
I'm outlaw raised also
Have a heart of copper that's why
I spit all this hot flow
My blood is tatted up and
Bleed that 93 octane
If I catch a heroin dealer then
He'll prolly have no brain
Catch this little honkey on the first 48
I never get caught 'cause I
Never came to your state

Radio cranked, turn it up
Willie in my paper and it's burnin' up
Got my foot on the gas, yeah I drive fast
If you don't like that you can kiss my ass

Pedal to the metal, high octane
Pedal to the metal, high octane
Pedal to the metal, high octane
(It's Shotgun Shane motherfucker)
Everybody in the motherfuckin' south
Know my name

In-in-in the backwoods
Don't take shit from nobody (Naw)
You got a pretty ass truck
But bro that ain't a square body (Haha)
In a jacked up Chevy, got a buzz
I stay lifted (Lifted)
'Bout to show the fuck out, everybody shifty
(He's drunk) rebel flags and you know we
Fly them in the air (That's right)
We ain't backin' down
(Nope) we ain't goin' nowhere (Never)
A bad motherfucker, I'm a proud ass honkey
(Honkey) i always show my ass
Like a motherfuckin' donkey (Hee haw)
Plenty crazy cracker friends ain't afraid
To throw it down
Bring the shine around me yeah
It's obvious it's goin' down
Only fuck them model bitches
You can keep your average hoes
Fantasizin' while they hear my
Voice through the radio

Radio cranked, turn it up
Willie in my paper and it's burnin' up
Got my foot on the gas, yeah I drive fast
If you don't like that you can kiss my ass

Pedal to the metal, high octane
Pedal to the metal, high octane
Pedal to the metal, high octane
Everybody in the motherfuckin' south
Know my name