Hickhop Thang (2015)

[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 you're 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 that's good with his rhymes and knows how to deliver
That magic, lyrics sound so automatic
The way I'm choppin' up words like a grammatical hatchet
I'm an addict, baby I'm 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 it's empty then I reload
Gettin' krunk but it ain't champagne in the glass
Here let me let the man explain it to your ass

[Chorus]
It's a little George Strait, it's a little T-Pain
It's a little 2Pac, chillin' on a front porch swing
It's a little Biggie Smalls, with a Garth Brooks twang
It ain't rap, it ain't country
It's a hick-hop thang

[Verse 2]
It's a little different, it's a little strange all the stuff we mixin'
Dubstep kickin', guitar pickin'
High hat tickin', moonshine sippin'
You can't take the heat get out of my jar
You don't 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 ain't champagne (Nah)
It's fire water, let me let the man explain

[Chorus]
It's a little George Strait, it's a little T-Pain
It's a little 2Pac, chillin' on a front porch swing
It's a little Biggie Smalls, with a Garth Brooks twang
It ain't rap, it ain't country
It's a hick-hop thang