Demun Jones - Georgia Boy Fresh lyrics

Me and my body spent thousands
On raising these rides
Spent a few more thousands
On the speakers inside
I wanted a paint job but
Rapped it in mate black
Decided I want it camouflaged and
Took it right back
I'm bumping Jones county and
It's loud and clear
Now you can't see me coming but
You can damn sure hear
There's plenty of room to recline
In my crew max
Cowboy leather seats and titanium packed
Now that's 50 on the truck
Customize another 50
Could have bought her bid me
Now you can tell a county boy
Ain't scared to drop a stack
Rednecks blowing paychecks to be exact, uh

G-G-Goergia boy fresh
We ain't playing withchya
We ain't playing withchya

To all the redneck women that bathing in mud
Ain't nothing hotter than a country girl
That don't give a what
And they come in every size, triple X to
But every girl looks better in
A rebel flag bikini
You think she's hot
Now wait till you see her drive a doolie
With a 12 pack of honeys in the bed Jacuzzi
Complete with LED that turn purple and blue
The colors move with the music
And the girls do too
Now they all getting drunk
Drinking straight out of a picture cone
Shake it like a polaroid picture maker
Hillbilly drew like he's in
The first grade now
Everybody's following, they started
A parade
Uh

G-G-Goergia boy fresh
We ain't playing withchya
We ain't playing withchya

And if you think it's silly for
Country boys to bust wide
Don't you take a trip on down to mount
Crawling rock in the
Instead of judging covers of books
Come experience it
Don't let the flags scare ya
We won't hurt a fly
But threaten the wife and kids
Then you gotta die
Yeah
Family comes first
We consider God our member
That's why we decorate a
Tree right around December
Uh

G-G-Goergia boy fresh
We ain't playing withchya
We ain't playing withchya

Catch on delivery, don't write me a check
If Demun don't get dollars he
Ain't rocking a set
And I ain't with the merch cut unless
You told her to count it
And fitting in the paper work
Don't ask me about it
If your drunk buddy's thinking
Bout grabbing a shirt
Tell him check my track record
Merch snatchers get hurt
Pretty sore grill scattered over the map
And I ain't even tryna brag
That there's a fact
But I don't want trouble
I'm just tryna sing
And let the world know how a
County boy does his thing
Take care of my girls, make mom and dad proud
Hit the stage like a beast
And the crowd screams loud

G-G-Goergia boy fresh
We ain't playing withchya
We ain't playing withchya