Y'all Life

Small town, y'all town, double dutch in the park Ice-cream truck failing that emissions test hard Got that blow up Grinch in the yard, and it's March Ain't coming down anytime soon Y'all, them nursing homes still rattling with some Dolly Parton And them high school kids traveling like James Harden In them white limousines to the Olive Garden On prom night, it's good times, right? We be livin' that y'all life, y'all Rollin' in the South Where it's all football and Jesus (Jesus) Barbershop talking like nah Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how Y'all, we raise up and, y'all, we goin' down, down, baby Your street in my Bronco I'ma talk to ya real slow Said, where the crawdads crawl Said, living that y'all life, y'all (y'all life, y'all) Y'all all them dads tell them boys, "Son, walk it off" Y'all all them mamas tell them girls, "Better keep your legs crossed" All them hands in the stands praying for the coin toss Lord, please, "We want the ball at the half" Say y'all, it's all about a dub and a dirt road And amen in a church on the third row With your arm around your girl like a fur coat On a Sunday, come Monday We be livin' that y'all life, y'all Rollin' in the South Where it's all football and Jesus (Jesus) Barbershop talking like nah Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how Y'all, we raise up and, y'all, we goin' down, down, baby Your street in my Bronco I'ma talk to ya real slow Said, where the crawdads crawl Said, living that y'all life, y'all (y'all life, y'all) (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Y'all life, y'all life (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Y'all life, y'all life Said y'all, I got that Wiffle ball, bat flip swag in my walk Down in 'Bama where they grammar got some country in it, y'all 'Nana pudding, prayer chains, tailgates in them jeans ain't no thang But a chicken wing, nah (Ain't no thang, but a chicken wing) We be livin' that y'all life, y'all Rollin' in the South Where it's all football and Jesus (Jesus) Barbershop talking like nah Shut your mouth, my mama's sweet tea's the sweetest Turn that bass up, shawty, show 'em how (show 'em how) Y'all, we raise up and, y'all, we goin' down, down, baby Your street in my Bronco I'ma talk to ya real slow Said, where the crawdads crawl Said, living that y'all life, y'all (y'all life, y'all)