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Hit Different

 

Hit Different


Pardon my Georgia slang
Willacoochee born and raised
Just because I talk this way
Really don't mean a thing

What, you've never seen a black dude boot scoot
Deep Roots but a new school
Keep it red, white and true blue
I guess I ain't built the same
Special kind of DNA

Who I am is momma's homemade sweet tea
Twisted with some hundred proof Tennessee
That kinda bonafide moon shine you only find in the sticks, yea
Alpines bumping dirty south hip hop
Mix in with some country boy Rick Ross
Throw in a little Lil Wayne with a little bit of Travis Tritt
Yea I hit different

Some people like the crowds
Wait in line for a club downtown
I like to take you way on out
Turn it up and crank it way up loud

Ain't gonna catch me in the city
Ain't no parking for this F-150
Strictly corn bread and biscuits
Catfish and chitlins
Chase with a shot of whiskey

Who I am is momma's homemade sweet tea
Twisted with some hundred proof Tennessee
That kinda bonafide moon shine you only find in the sticks, yea
Alpines bumping dirty south hip hop
Mix in with some country boy Rick Ross
Throw in a little Lil Wayne with a little bit of Travis Tritt
Yea I hit different

If you like 808s and tailgates
Well, let me get a "hell yeah" (hell yeah)
And if you like fish & grits and country shit
Holla and let me hear ya (yeah)
Whether you're rolling on dubs or jacked up trucks
Turn that shit up
And if you came here and nod about that life
You a real one

Who I am is momma's homemade sweet tea
Twisted with some hundred proof Tennessee
That kinda bonafide moon shine you only find in the sticks, yea
Alpines bumping dirty south hip hop
Mix in with some country boy Rick Ross
Throw in a little Lil Wayne with a little bit of Travis Tritt
Yea I hit different

I hit different

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