Y'all Boys

[Verse 1: Florida Georgia Line] 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 Who you ain't supposed to get muddy Ain't got a dog that lives outside Ain't got a buddy named Buddy [Pre-Chorus: Florida Georgia Line] 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 [Chorus: Florida Georgia Line] Y'all boys with that southern drawl boys Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small boys But you'd have a ball boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for? One of them backroad runners Man, I'm glad I'm one of y'all boys (Yo Hardy, go on tell 'em 'bout the girls one time) [Verse 2: HARDY] 'Cause there's those girls, they're like golden pearls Dipping into trust fund money (Cha-ching!) Yeah, the radio and the Jack and Coke Is the only thing they know country 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 [Chorus: HARDY] Y'all boys with that southern drawl boys Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small boys But you'd have a ball boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for? One of them backroad runners Man, I'm glad I'm one of y'all boys [Bridge: HARDY] 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 [Chorus: Florida Georgia Line & HARDY] Y'all boys with that southern drawl boys Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small boys But you'd have a ball boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Yeah, truck stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for? One of them backroad runners Man, I'm glad I'm one of y'all boys