Cooter Huntin’ Colt Ford

[Verse 1]
Yo, the season's here, ’bout time to roll
We got a club full of cooter and it's out of control
Got a shotgun cocked and it's ready to blow
All my dogs pile up in the truck and let’s go
Cooter know we're comin' when I let 'em off the leash
And we ain't chase him up a tree, we just chase him down the street
Tell my boys, "Go get him, bring him back to me" (Yeah)
I get more chicks' breast than KFC (Woo)
I take care of my dogs, your boy's slick with the route
Feed him a six-pack and a bottle of Jack (Uh)
Best thing about cooter, man, they travel in packs
And everyone of my dogs is a purebred mack

[Chorus]
Go and tell the boys get up
Come on, get your ass in the truck
We goin' deep in the brush, time to clean off the guns
’Cause we’re goin' cooter huntin’ in the club
Go and tell the boys get up
Come on, get your ass in the truck
We goin' deep in the brush, time to clean off the guns
'Cause we're goin’ cooter huntin' in the club

[Post-Chorus]
Hey, oh, woah (Hey, oh, woah)
Hey, oh, woah (Hey, oh, woah)