[Verse 1] First you need an 808 Mix a little mandolin with the guitar and some bass Let them high hats run and interlace with a snare And a sick kick drum then youre almost there All you need now, the hardest part The most important ingredient in this mixed up art A country boy with a rap flow like a river Someone thats good with his rhymes and knows how to deliver That magic, lyrics sound so automatic The way Im choppin up words like a grammatical hatchet Im an addict, baby Im addicted to music and Just like a drug I get turned up when I use it Let me introduce you to beast mode Pullin this trigger til its empty then I reload Gettin krunk but it aint champagne in the glass Here let me let the man explain it to your ass [Chorus] Its a little George Strait, its a little TPain Its a little 2Pac, chillin on a front porch swing Its a little Biggie Smalls, with a Garth Brooks twang It aint rap, it aint country Its a hickhop thang [Verse 2] Its a little different, its a little strange all the stuff we mixin Dubstep kickin, guitar pickin High hat tickin, moonshine sippin You cant take the heat get out of my jar You dont like the beat get back in your car Cause we are unapologetically makin the music we love You look up above you, you might see us big stars We the baddest in the industry, alcoholic tendencies But only cause the band is a musical distillery Goin down in history with or without a victory Musically, cause we on that moonshine delivery Holla if you hear me, we got it all day 0 to 100 with my backroad babe Gettin crunk but it aint champagne Nah Its fire water, let me let the man explain [Chorus] Its a little George Strait, its a little TPain Its a little 2Pac, chillin on a front porch swing Its a little Biggie Smalls, with a Garth Brooks twang It aint rap, it aint country Its a hickhop thang
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