There's gotta be a truck
There's gotta be a girl
She's gotta be hot and you gotta rhyme that shit with world
And it can't be too fake but it can't be too real
Gotta make 'em tap they're feet or I'll lose my record deal
So I just sat down with some dudes that wrote some hits
We put our heads together for a second and it goes like this

Baby, what you think about getting outta here?
Get you outta this bar, girl, get to switching gears
In my Chevy, there's a Yeti in the back with some beer
We can park in the dark, get our dirt road on
Oh
Everybody knows how it goes
Kiss you in the moonlight glow
Sitting shotty, everybody sing along
Well, this ain't no radio song

Fuck

Well, if it ain't under four minutes, it ain't gon' be a hit
If there ain't no steel in it, they ain't gon' play your shit
And I wish I could tell it like it is but the cold hard fact is I can't
So bring that money maker back

Baby, what you think about getting outta here?
Get you outta this bar, girl, get to switching gears
In my Chevy, there's a Yeti in the back with some beer
We can park in the dark, get our dirt road on
Oh
Everybody knows how it goes
Kiss you in the moonlight glow
Sitting shotty, everybody sing along
Well, this ain't no radio song

Fuck
Well, this ain't no radio song
Yeah
Let's fucking go (ooh, yeah)
Well, this ain't no radio song (fuck)
Well, this ain't no radio song (this ain't no radio song)
Fuck

Baby, what you think about getting outta here?
Get you outta this bar, girl, get to switching gears
In my Chevy, there's a Yeti in the back with some beer
We can park in the dark, get our dirt road on
Oh
Everybody knows how it goes
Kiss you in the moonlight glow
Sitting shotty, everybody sing along
Well, this ain't a motherfuckin' radio song

Fuck
Well this ain't no radio song
Yeah
Let's fucking go (ooh, yeah)
Fuck
This ain't no radio song

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Cody Quistad, Jeremy Mckinnon, Michael Hardy, Nick Donley, Zach Abend