Florida Georgia Line ft. Hardy - Y'all Boys Lyrics

Well there's those boys, got the kind of ride
Get fifty-five to the gallon
They listen to that new school
Never heard of George or Alan
There's those boys, wear the kind of boots
You ain't supposed to get muddy (aw, man)
Ain't got a dog that lives outside
Ain't got a buddy named Buddy (come here, boy)

Yeah, I ain't hatin' on them boys
Grew up lockin' their doors
There's all kinds of boys up under the sun, son
But this one's for

Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys
Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right
Man, that town is small, boys
But you have a ball, boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call?
Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?
One of them back road runners
Man, I'm glad I'm one of

Huh, y'all boys
(Yo Hardy, go and tell 'em 'bout the girls one time)

'Cause there's those girls that like gold and pearls
Dipping into trust-fund money (cha-ching!)
Yeah, the radio and the Jack and Coke
Is the only thing they know country (ha)
Didn't grow up on no county road
They grew up on some street
And they think they know what kind of man they want
Until they meet

Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys
Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right
Man, that town is small, boys
But you have a ball, boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call?
Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?
One of them back road runners
Man, I'm glad I'm one of (BK!)

Y'all boys
State trophy in the hall boys
Hangin' somethin' that you hunted on the wall boys
You mess with one of us
You get us all boys

Yeah, all of y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys
Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right
Man, that town is small, boys
But you have a ball, boys
Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night
Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon' call? (Who you gon' call?)
Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for? (Who you gon' fall for?)
One of them backroad runners (oh yeah)
Man, I'm glad I'm one of

Huh, y'all boys