Ridin’ High

Lyrics
[Chorus] 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 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 We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high [Verse 1: D. Thrash] 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 tow And straight pipes that make some noise, yeah We comin' from a mile away you can hear them roar Got knobby tires we ridin' higher than we ever did before If you wanna a ride then I got to say hop in at your discretion 'Cause some have told me that these seats are in the nose bleed 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 (Haha) 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 the flow And 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 [Chorus] Ridin' high 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 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 We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high [Verse 2: Young Gunner] Deep down in the woods (yep) high like the trees (yep) A bunch of rednecks who don't have no damn degrees I'm reppin' for the sticks, I'm reppin' for us hicks I'm talkin' about us folks who ain't never seen rich My Chevy truck is jacked up, a mud hole 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, rompin' 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, 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 then we [Chorus] Ridin' high 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 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 We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high [Verse 3: Bottleneck] 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 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 ridin' high and jacked up Slangin' mud, lock the hubs, we got that mack cuz Rawdog 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 ridin' 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, we jack 'em up and then we [Chorus] Ridin' high 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 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 We jack 'em up and then we ridin' high Yeah we riding high!
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Credits
- Writers
- Young Gunner
- D. Thrash
- Bottleneck