Trucktober 2037 Lyrics

Hey there Chattanooga

It's Brayden Tucker

And you're a dumb fucker if you don't get in on Trucktober 2037

We got RAM, we got Dodge, you can get hot and heavy in one of our Chevy's

The choices are sick as fuck

On the seventh day, God made trucks

Crew-cab? Mega-cab? Doesn't matter when you got heated seats to beat your meat

Damn right baby

These trucks are badass, and can pull a whole fuck-ton

You could probably pull a goddamn mountain with the new F650

Shit brother

WOOO

Get me hyped up thinkin' about it

Fuck

Come in today, zero percent APR for 36 months

Trade in your kid for one year of indentured servitude and you get sixteen grand off the new F650

Starting at 139.99

Traded my kid in, look at this goddamn whip I'm in

You wanna look like me

You wanna be the fuckin' man

Get yourself a new truck, it's Trucktober BITCH

Ain't nothin' better, ain't no better time of the year

Breast Cancer Awareness? Who gives a fuck

Come on in, you wanna look fly as shit, rollin' down the highway

FUCK YEAH