Y’all Boys Songtext
von Florida Georgia Line

Well there′s those boys, got the kinda ride
Get 55 to the gallon
They listen to that new school
Never heard of George or Alan
There's those boys wear the kinda boots
Who you ain′t suppose to get muddy
Ain't got a dog that lives outside
Ain't got a buddy named Buddy

Yeah I ain′t hating on them boys
Grew up lockin′ their doors
There's all kinds of boys up under the sun, son
But this one′s for


Y'all boys with that southern drawl boys
Hell before you know, 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)

Cause there's those girls, they′re like golden pearls
Dipping in to trust fund money (cha-ching)
Yeah, the radio and the Jack and Coke
Is the only thing they know country
Didn't grow up on no county round
They grew up on some street
And they think they know what kind of man
They want until they meet

Y′all boys with that southern drawl boys
Hell before you know, 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


State trophy in the hall boys
Hanging somethin′ that you hunted on the wall boys
You mess with one of us
You get us all boys

Yeah all of 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