That's just how I was raised
Yeah
Stuck in my own way
Don't care about what you say
Yeah
Don't give one *
Georgia, Georgia
Let me tell you a little story about Uncle George
Taught me how to get it out of Georgia, mud
Standing on the porch with a big ol' gun
Better not step on the driveway
Georgia boys pulling out sideways
In the South we ball
How about them dogs?
Waffle house soaking up the alcohol
Lemon pepper magic city on a Monday
That's just how I was raised Stuck in my Georgia way
Don't care about what you say Some * won't ever change
That's just how I was raised Stuck in my Georgia way
Got a friend with an apple loose and running a line
Shotgun and backpack, now they ain't lyin'
Trail birds covering in the Southern
pies Bean nuts rolling down the back road
Trojans kicking off in leaf code We on Tidal Town,
we love Wendy down
I got treats grown,
baby,
on a hell-bent round This my 99 Chippa Gang day one
That's just how I was raised Stuck in my Georgia way
Don't care about what you say Some * won't ever change
That's just how I was raised Stuck in my Georgia way
Don't care about what you say Some * won't ever change
Yeah,
baby,
this the finale Car side Hawks making Quavo through mid-alley
Dirty mud,
baby,
where the players play Finna turn this bitch up,
turn up,
baby
G-E-O-R-G-I-A Well,
I be E,
baby,
let me hear you say
G-E-O-R-G-I-A A-Town stomping on that whole recline
That's just how I was raised Stuck in my Georgia way
Don't care about what you say Some * won't ever change
That's just how I was raised Stuck in my Georgia way
Don't care about what you say
Some * won't ever change
Way down in Georgia
Way down in Georgia