Mmhmm

Mm

(It's RVSHVD)

Pardon my Georgia slang

Willacoochee born and raised (Damn right)

Just because I talk this way

Really don't mean a thing

What, you never seen a Black dude boot scoot? (Woo)

Deep roots, but I'm new school

Keep it red, white, and true blue (Yeah, yeah)

I guess I ain't built the same

Special kind of DNA

Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea

Twisted with some hundred-proof Tennessee

That kinda bonafide moon shine you only find in the sticks, yeah (Only find it in the sticks)

Alpines bumpin' dirty south hip-hop

Mix in with some country boy Rick Ross

Throw in a little Lil Wayne and a little bit of Travis Tritt

Yeah, I hit different

Mmhmm

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 (Y'all know what I'm talkin' about)

Ain't gonna catch me in the city (Nah)

Ain't no parkin' for this F-150 (Uh-uh)

Strictly corn bread and biscuits, catfish and chitlins

Chase with a shot of whiskey (Yes, sir)

Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea (I am)

Twisted with some hundred-proof Tennessee (Yeah)

That kinda bonafide moon shine you only find in the sticks, yeah (Only find it in the sticks)

Alpines bumpin' dirty south hip-hop

Mix in with some country boy Rick Ross

Throw in a little Lil Wayne and a little bit of Travis Tritt

Yeah, I hit different

Mmhmm

If you like 808s and tailgates

Well, let me get a "hell yeah" (Hell yeah)

And if you like fish and grits and country shit

Holla and let me hear ya (Hey)

Whether you're rollin' on dubs or jacked-up trucks

Turn that shit up

And if you came here tonight about that life

You a real one

Who I am is mama's homemade sweet tea

Twisted with some hundred-proof Tennessee

That kinda bonafide moon shine you only find in the sticks, yeah (Only find it in the sticks)

Alpines bumpin' dirty south hip-hop

Mix in with some country boy Rick Ross

Throw in a little Lil Wayne and a little bit of Travis Tritt

Yeah, I hit different

Mmhmm

I hit different