Y’all Boys Florida Georgia Line (Ft. HARDY)

[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)