I Went To Jail In Georgia
A lot of people ask me
"Gravy off probation?"
"What happened in Georgia?"
Well, do I got a story for you
First time in the South
And I sure got acquainted
Bonding with my Atlanta boys
Until them cops detained us
Started out the night
With some liquid entertainment
Ended with the cops
Pushing my face into the pavement
I went to jail in Georgia
I swear I ain't commit no crime
I tried to cross the Tennessee border
And then I went a second time
I was eighteen, just tryna have a good time
Eight hours later, had four felony crimes
They started a manhunt, for fun cause they could
Sweaty as hell, with my boys hiding in the woods
That's when
I went to jail in Georgia
I swear I ain't commit no crime
I tried to cross the Tennessee border
And then I went a second time
"Get down on the ground!"
Say what?
Oops! I wasn't listening
Every cop in town was on a Gravy-hating mission
They took out the homies, it was one by one
They started screaming "Yankee" and I knew I had to run
That's when
I went to jail in Georgia
I swear I ain't commit no crime
I tried to cross the Tennessee border
And then I went a second time
So if you find yourself in one of those small towns
Where the sun goes down
I promise you the judge, the jury, the law enforcement
They're all related, and its family first
You might wake up smelling bacon and eggs
And then find out that the B&E you were hoping for
Was just two counts of Breaking and Entering
So I got two-hundred-forty hours of community service
And I learned my lesson
At least I thought I did until 2 years later
When I accidentally broke into a tire store
And once again
I went to jail in Georgia
I swear I ain't commit no crime
I tried to cross the Tennessee border
And then I went a second time
Shout out Towns County
Ohhh, jail nah
Don't try to fight with the law
My cellmate's a cho-mo
Where is my call?
I miss my bitch
And I miss my dawgs
(Ow)
"Gravy off probation?"
"What happened in Georgia?"
Well, do I got a story for you
First time in the South
And I sure got acquainted
Bonding with my Atlanta boys
Until them cops detained us
Started out the night
With some liquid entertainment
Ended with the cops
Pushing my face into the pavement
I went to jail in Georgia
I swear I ain't commit no crime
I tried to cross the Tennessee border
And then I went a second time
I was eighteen, just tryna have a good time
Eight hours later, had four felony crimes
They started a manhunt, for fun cause they could
Sweaty as hell, with my boys hiding in the woods
That's when
I went to jail in Georgia
I swear I ain't commit no crime
I tried to cross the Tennessee border
And then I went a second time
"Get down on the ground!"
Say what?
Oops! I wasn't listening
Every cop in town was on a Gravy-hating mission
They took out the homies, it was one by one
They started screaming "Yankee" and I knew I had to run
That's when
I went to jail in Georgia
I swear I ain't commit no crime
I tried to cross the Tennessee border
And then I went a second time
So if you find yourself in one of those small towns
Where the sun goes down
I promise you the judge, the jury, the law enforcement
They're all related, and its family first
You might wake up smelling bacon and eggs
And then find out that the B&E you were hoping for
Was just two counts of Breaking and Entering
So I got two-hundred-forty hours of community service
And I learned my lesson
At least I thought I did until 2 years later
When I accidentally broke into a tire store
And once again
I went to jail in Georgia
I swear I ain't commit no crime
I tried to cross the Tennessee border
And then I went a second time
Shout out Towns County
Ohhh, jail nah
Don't try to fight with the law
My cellmate's a cho-mo
Where is my call?
I miss my bitch
And I miss my dawgs
(Ow)
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Burgess, Robert Richardson, Brandon Stewart, Aaron Zuckerman, Christian Dold, Matthew Hauri
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