Keep Up

Lyrics: Racheal Lynn Davis/Corey Crowder/Tyler Hubbard/Steven Lee Olsen Music: Racheal Lynn Davis/Corey Crowder/Tyler Hubbard/Steven Lee Olsen Yeah I rock Gucci gang, but I got Baytown twang That lifted pickup in the parking lot, I own that thing Yeah, I know my drink might be all pretty pink But don’t you let that fool you, I’m more backwoods than you think You’d never know it, it ain’t showing in this downtown dress But let’s just say that the shade of this lipstick matches my neck ‘cause I can drive your truck faster than you can I can get shit done with my own two hands I can dance with the ladies drink with the fellers You know Friday’s are good, but boy with me they’d be better Country boys sure know how to have fun But let me show you how a country girl gets it done y’all Keep up, keep up, keep up I bet you can’t keep up Keep up with that kick drum, keep up with that beat Good luck, you gon’ need some to keep keeping up with my feet Can’t have you falling behind after drink number three Boy who’da thought that you’da lost to little ol’ me ‘cause I can drive your truck faster than you can I can get shit done with my own two hands I can dance with the ladies drink with the fellers You know Friday’s are good, but boy with me they’d be better Country boys sure know how to have fun But let me show you how a country girl gets it done y’all Keep up, keep up, keep up, I bet you can’t keep up Keep up, keep up, I bet you can’t keep up, keep up You’d never know it, it ain’t showing in this little black dress But let’s just say that this shade of my lipstick matches my neck ‘cause I can drive your truck faster than you can I can get shit done with my own two hands I can dance with the ladies drink with the fellers You know Friday’s are good, but boy with me they’d be better Country boys sure know how to have fun But let me show you how a country girl gets it done y’all Keep up, keep up, keep up, I bet you can’t keep up Keep up, keep up, I bet you can’t keep up Keep up I bet you can’t keep up