ridin high

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we jack em up

then we ridin' high

jawga boyz we riding high

we back in the jacked up trucks

ridin' on 44s mud on the doors

and our plan is to get stuck

on the phone call up the boyz

let them all know to bring them toys

got a wench on the front if you need tow

and straight pipes that make some noise

yeah

we comin' from a mile a way you can hear them roar

got knobby tires we ridin' higher than we ever did before

if you want a ride then i got to say hop in at your own discrection

cuz some of have told me that these seats are in the nose bleed section

got a 12 guage on the black 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 scarin' bunnies you already know

ha ha

soulja's truck

gonna keep on rollin' down the road

and it ain't no joke

cuz jawga boyz are as good gold

so take some notes when you hear us flow and see the mud hangin on the door

my truck ain't slow and it ain't for show

cuz!

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we jack em up

then we ridin' high

deep down in the woods

high like the trees

a bunch of rednecks

we don't have no damn degrees

and i'm reppin' for the sticks

i'm reppin' for us hicks

i'm talkin' about us folks who have never seen rich

my chevy truck is jacked up

a mud hole make me act up

snatch it tight slack up

i'm slingin' mud

ya'll back up

it's true it ain't no lie

my chevy's high on 45s

cruzin dui

you know i'm sippin' apple pie

got that wheelie

rompin loud

black and camo on my ride

yeah that georgia flag flys cuz i'm known to show my pride

yeah we creep and we crawl

country click yelling yee haw

i've had some slips and falls

due to too much alcohol

yeah my truck sits tall

sayin i'm scarin at the focus

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. ]

we jack em up

then we ridin' high

44s

big trucks

camo paint

big bucks

nuts on my truck hitch

i'm draggin them in the mud rutts

just some ol country boys

high like the pine trees

and you can bet this be the last of a dying 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 riding high and jacked up

slangin mud like the hubs we got that mack cuz

raw dog in 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 riding high and jack em up they ain't no other way

better grip that steerin' wheel gonna make that chevy squeel

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

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we jack em up

then we ridin' high

yeah we riding high!