(Two, three, four)

Oh, to be a hand on your wrist
Squeezing that shit until it opened up your fist, ayy, ayy, ayy
Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy
Tried to be a friend to you but
Now we're rolling on the ground cracking ribs, kicking dust up
Mama said, "Quit it"
But she never really listen

I can feel the blood rush to my head
It was a gut punch when you said I was no one
Boy, you hit a homerun
I can feel the house shake
Screaming at me 'til your jaw breaks
I know you hate me, but I'll warn ya
Boy, I'll always love ya
So go ahead and blame it on your redneck nature
Hey, brother, hit me with your haymaker

If I could be the gun on your hip
I'd scratch my name on every bullet in your clip
Bang, bang, bang
Go on and take your aim
'Cause brother, we got the same blood
Grew up trucking through the same mud
Engines red from the same rust
So what's in you is what's in me

And I can feel the blood rush to my head
It was a gut punch when you said I was no one
Boy, you hit a homerun
I can feel the house shake
Screaming at me 'til your jaw breaks
I know you hate me, but I'll warn ya
Boy, I'll always love ya
So go ahead and blame it on your redneck nature
Hey, brother, hit me with your haymaker

(Yeah, yeah, ooh)
(Ooh yeah)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
(Hey, yeah)