It’z Just What We Do Florida Georgia Line

[Intro]
Don't act like y'all didn't know this wasn't comin'
Alright

[Verse 1]
You know Tommy gonna trick his truck, jack it up big time
Lift kit, chrome tips, spit shinin' like a diamond
Game change when the rain came and we took it down a back road
Georgia clay mud hole, that's how these boys roll
Now it's late night underneath the moonlight
Everybody's feelin' right and sippin' on a Bud Light
Go on, drop your tailgate, turn up your radio
I'ma build a bonfire, you can make yourself at home

[Interlude]
Kick back, relax, you know we just a bunch of hillbillies
Tip back your cup of Jack and throw your hands up with me

[Chorus]
Hey, we might look a little crazy tonight
But hey baby, that's alright
It's our backwoods boondock roots
(It's just what we do, it's just what we do)
Hey, ain't no way to make this up
When it's runnin' through your blood
There ain't no hidin' the truth
(It's just what we do, it's just what we do)
Yeah, it's just a what we do