Lyrics
Jack Angel on the -
Forgis on a big truck lift kit jacked up
Purple in my Sprite 'round here we call it, "Act up"
Put a couple 1's on her booty, made her back up
Country to the city, man I had to get my racks up
J's on the pedal, heading 19 south-bound
Headed to Atlanta, got some broads waiting downtown
Kick 'em out the penthouse if they ain't going downtown
Country ass thug in the city going wild child
Sitting on Forgis they ain't fuel
In my seat keep a tool, sitting high check the view
Bad bitches got a few, and my chain's on with the jewels
Custom-made designer boots, popping 762's, I don't fuck with 22's
This is dead end dirt road, you better throw it in reverse
In the back we got them poles, don't make me throw you in a Hearse
Yeah, I'm the first Country Boy to make 'em throw it back and twerk
Ain't on whiskey I'm on actavis a xanny and a perk (uh) yeah, right
When that country boy in the city
I'll smack her on the titties, you heard me? (Uh)
Yeah, ain't nobody fucking with me (yee)
Forgis on a big truck lift kit jacked up
Purple in my Sprite round here we call it, "Act up"
Put a couple 1's on her booty, made her back up
Country to the city man, I had to get my racks up
J's on the pedal, heading 19 south-bound
Headed to Atlanta, got some broades waiting downtown
Kick 'em out the penthouse if they ain't going down town
Country ass thug in the city going wild child
Forgis on a big truck lift kit jacked up
Purple in my Sprite round here we call it, "Act up"
Put a couple 1's on her booty, made her back up
Country to the city man, I had to get my racks up
J's on the pedal, heading 19 south-bound
Headed to Atlanta, got some broades waiting downtown
Kick 'em out the penthouse if they ain't going down town
Country ass thug in the city going wild child