Fire’t Up

Just ride it down here, son. Let it go, baby. We done circled up them four-wheel drives. Stacking pallets to the sky. We got all you wanna drink, a tank of Gasoline, baby, all I need's your lights. To fire up. We gon' tear night up. Got shine in them Masons. Good times in the making. Baby, crank it. Fire up. Get you a little buzzed. Country queens do your thing. Y'all can get this small town lit. Let's fire Up. Let's fire up. Yeah, I don't dance, all I do is this. Drinking my right, smoking with my left. From the classified to ancient tweeters. Old school on them speakers. Tribe beating by your hip. Hell yeah. Fire up. We gon' tear the night up. Got shine in them Masons. Good times in the making. Baby, crank it. Fire up. Get you a little buzzed. Country queens do your thing. Y'all can get this small town lit. Let's fire up. Let's fire Up. Light it up, son. Let's Fire up. We gon' tear the night up. Got shine in them Masons. Good times in the making. Baby, crank it. Fire up. Get you a little buzzed. Country queens do your thing. Y'all can get this small town lit. Let's fire up. We gon' tear the night up. Got shine in them Masons. Good times in the making. Baby, crank it. Fire up. Get you a little buzzed. Country queens do your thing. Y'all can get this small town lit. Let's fire Up. Fire up. Let's fire up. Let's fire it on up, Baby