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Ridin High

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We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high

We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high (yeah, we ridin' high)

Jawga Boyz, we ridin' high, we back in the jacked-up trucks

Ridin' on 44's mud on the doors, and our plan is to get stuck

On the phone, call up the boys

Let them all know to bring them toys

Got a wench on the front if you need a tow

And straight pipes that make some noise, yeah

We're comin', from a mile away, you can hear them roar

Them knobby tires we're ridin' higher than we ever did before

If you want a ride, then I got to say, "Hop in at your discretion"

'Cause some have told me that these seats are in the nosebleed section

Got a 12 gauge on the back glass, and it's ready to go

When I am on the road, I never know when I'll see a buck or a doe

Dip in my lip, and a cup of spit in the middle console

Still gettin' hunnies and scarin' bunnies, you already know, ah-ah

So this truck gonna keep on rollin' down the road

And it ain't no joke, 'cause the Jawga Boyz are good as gold

So take some notes when you hear us flow

And you see the mud hangin' on the door

My truck ain't slow, and it ain't for show, 'cause

We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high

We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high (yeah, we ridin' high)

Deep down in the woods (yep), high like the trees (yep)

A bunch of rednecks who don't have no damn degrees

Yeah, I'm reppin' for the sticks, I'm reppin' for us hicks

I'm talkin' 'bout us folks who ain't never seen rich (yeah)

My Chevy truck is jacked up, a mudhole make me act up

I snatch it tight and stack up, I'm slingin' mud, y'all back up

It's true, it ain't no lie, my Chevy's high on 45's

Cruisin' DUI, you know I'm sippin' apple pie

Got that wheelie, bumpin' loud, black, and camo on my ride

Yeah, that Georgia flag flies 'cause I'm known to show my pride

Yeah, we creep, and we crawl, country clique yellin', "Yee-haw"

Yeah, I've had some slips and falls, due to too much alcohol

Yeah, my truck sits tall, say I'm scarin' acrophobics

Grippin' mud and climbin' rocks, still can't find a way to roll it

Now I'm with these Jawga Boyz and we ridin' Tonka toys

With them big trucks, big tires

We jack 'em up, and then we ridin' high

We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high

We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high (yeah, we ridin' high)

44's, big trucks, camo paint, big bucks

Nuts on my truck hitch, I'm draggin' them in the mud ruts

Just some 'ol country boys, high like the pine trees

And you can bet this be the last of a dyin' breed

Southern blood, runs through my veins, we some rebel boys

Cross the river, you ain't heard Bottleneck and them Jawga Boyz

Comin' through on the Tonka toys, ridin' high and jacked up

Slangin' mud, lock the hubs, we got that mack 'cause

Rawdoggin' the Georgia clay, jacked up is how we play

This is how we do it buck, we keep 'em Southern raised

Stuck in our Southern ways, stayin' in the desperate days

We ridin' high and jack 'em up, they ain't no other way

Better grip that steerin' wheel, gonna make that Chevy squeal

True gritty country boys, hick life, you know it real

We on that Southern grind, we jacked up all the time

We ridin' in the sky

We jack 'em up, and then we ridin' high

We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high

We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high (yeah, we ridin' high)

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Ridin High

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