[Chorus: Yung Gravy]

Might cop a truck

Thinkin' 'bout tires in the mud

Leave city lights in the dust

Might cop a truck

Cruise with the radio up

Lookin' at the stars above

Rollin' somethin' up

Take a little joyride we can get stuck

Layin' in the long bed, make a lil' love

Gone off map 'til the sun comes up

If you're down with that

Might cop a truck

[Verse 1: Yung Gravy]

Had a few whips, had a few rides

Never had one for my countryside (Come on)

How many hoes can a four-wheel drive?

I'ma find out by Thursday night

Tesla only fits thirteen women (Damn)

Tryna get my numbers up in three digits (Alleluia)

Got me feelin' religious

And my main business

[Chorus: Yung Gravy]

Think I might cop a truck

Thinkin' 'bout tires in thе mud

Leave city lights in the dust

Might cop a truck

Cruisе with the radio up

Lookin' at the stars above

Rollin' somethin' up

Take a little joyride we can get stuck

Layin' in the long bed, make a lil' love

Gone off map 'til the sun comes up

If you're down with that

Might cop a truck

[Verse 2: Brantley Gilbert]

I might cop a old school box body

Big block, baby, ain't no way the cops stop me

Got the mud grips, I'm talkin' way bigger

Jack it up got it lookin' like the gravedigger

Me and Gravy we should know that y'all would

Twelve gauge in the racks, so it's always all good

Take it to the house, swap for the dually Roush

Got to make the waist crank it

Just to make my baby's booty bounce

It's the fuckin' south

[Chorus: Yung Gravy & Brantley Gilbert]

Might cop a truck

Thinkin' 'bout tires in the mud

Leave city lights in the dust

Might cop a truck

Cruise with the radio up

Lookin' at the stars above

Rollin' somethin' up

Take a little joyride we can get stuck

Layin' in the long bed, make a lil' love

Gone off map 'til the sun comes up

If you're down with that

Might cop a truck

[Post-Chorus: Yung Gravy & Brantley Gilbert]

Might cop a truck

Might cop a truck