"Southern Hospitality" lyrics
(feat. JaYy Wick)
Baby, you a song
You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise
Back road, blowin' stop signs through the middle every little farm town with you
And this brand new Chevy with a lift kit would look a hell of a lot better with you up in it, heh
So, baby, you a song, you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise (Dreidel Man, water, ay water)
Bad shit, she chili, lil' hot, I call her Calabrian
He was just whippin' the white girl, now we doing the show in Madison
Totin' the ray gun, me and my day ones, I like to see my Addison
Steppin' on shit, conquistador
Ain't no place I ain't valid in
Southern hospitality, these jits be human traffickin'
No hospital fatality, I teach you how to casper flip
Walkin' on water, no paddlin'
Iguannas in the grass, no rattlin'
(My windows down, and cruise)
Ayy, ayy
Roll the windows down and spark a J, they tryna light my wicks
Had to hit the sleeve, I got a swellbow, but I ice my wrist
Chop' came with a third leg, but this an armed robbery
How he moved them bowls around, (Cruise) you'd think he doin' pottery
My momma worried about the political climate, but I keep that heat
The block so hot, bitch you could cook an egg right on the street (The street)
My neck gon' freeze below degrees, free my fuckin' Z's
Smokin' on you ducks, but the way I'm peekin', think the scope Chinese (Cruise)
My heart below celsius, jit who in the can, I need them free
I drew down on my opps, we bury more, your life a movie scene
And they know we put people on the wall, they say I'm super green
I'm on the Florida-Georgia line, I'm with some jits who'd flip a cruise for me (Cruise)
Lil' bro don't cruise, he let his window down and shoot
Walk some shit down in some timbs, come trench, give yo' ass the boot
I call this baby choppa Taylor Swift, this bitch shoot .22's
Bitch you can't try me like I'm green when all my pockets filled with blues
Hey where you from? I'm from that dirty South
The Florida-Georgia line
Lil' town right off the interstate, it ain't too hard to find
Might hit a dirt road, get to smokin', few Coronas ease my mind (My windows down, and cruise)
Out of state without my pistol, that shit fuckin' up my vibe
Yeah I go 75 South, ridin' Georgia down to Florida
Met a plug down in Miami, he get shit from 'cross the border
Met a dancer in LA, she said she born in California
Thought lil' mamma was from Daytona 'cause that pussy taste like oranges (Cruise)
Got the game inside a headlock, they treat me like Randy Orton
Go back to Georgia, treat that Honda Accord just like it's a foreign
I feel like Spike Lee in Atlanta, I'm on the floor, watching the Hawks
Lil' bro said if he go out cruise, then watch the news
He knockin somethin' off (Cruise)
Ayy
Just let the window down and glitz
Feel like a blind man with my pole, don't go nowhere without my stick
I put a FRT on the ARP, they caught bro with the switch
He facing twenties, now I'm sendin' money
Might pop him behind the fence
Baby, you a song
You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise
You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise
Back road, blowin' stop signs through the middle every little farm town with you
And this brand new Chevy with a lift kit would look a hell of a lot better with you up in it, heh
So, baby, you a song, you make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise (Dreidel Man, water, ay water)
Bad shit, she chili, lil' hot, I call her Calabrian
He was just whippin' the white girl, now we doing the show in Madison
Totin' the ray gun, me and my day ones, I like to see my Addison
Steppin' on shit, conquistador
Ain't no place I ain't valid in
Southern hospitality, these jits be human traffickin'
No hospital fatality, I teach you how to casper flip
Walkin' on water, no paddlin'
Iguannas in the grass, no rattlin'
(My windows down, and cruise)
Ayy, ayy
Roll the windows down and spark a J, they tryna light my wicks
Had to hit the sleeve, I got a swellbow, but I ice my wrist
Chop' came with a third leg, but this an armed robbery
How he moved them bowls around, (Cruise) you'd think he doin' pottery
My momma worried about the political climate, but I keep that heat
The block so hot, bitch you could cook an egg right on the street (The street)
My neck gon' freeze below degrees, free my fuckin' Z's
Smokin' on you ducks, but the way I'm peekin', think the scope Chinese (Cruise)
My heart below celsius, jit who in the can, I need them free
I drew down on my opps, we bury more, your life a movie scene
And they know we put people on the wall, they say I'm super green
I'm on the Florida-Georgia line, I'm with some jits who'd flip a cruise for me (Cruise)
Lil' bro don't cruise, he let his window down and shoot
Walk some shit down in some timbs, come trench, give yo' ass the boot
I call this baby choppa Taylor Swift, this bitch shoot .22's
Bitch you can't try me like I'm green when all my pockets filled with blues
Hey where you from? I'm from that dirty South
The Florida-Georgia line
Lil' town right off the interstate, it ain't too hard to find
Might hit a dirt road, get to smokin', few Coronas ease my mind (My windows down, and cruise)
Out of state without my pistol, that shit fuckin' up my vibe
Yeah I go 75 South, ridin' Georgia down to Florida
Met a plug down in Miami, he get shit from 'cross the border
Met a dancer in LA, she said she born in California
Thought lil' mamma was from Daytona 'cause that pussy taste like oranges (Cruise)
Got the game inside a headlock, they treat me like Randy Orton
Go back to Georgia, treat that Honda Accord just like it's a foreign
I feel like Spike Lee in Atlanta, I'm on the floor, watching the Hawks
Lil' bro said if he go out cruise, then watch the news
He knockin somethin' off (Cruise)
Ayy
Just let the window down and glitz
Feel like a blind man with my pole, don't go nowhere without my stick
I put a FRT on the ARP, they caught bro with the switch
He facing twenties, now I'm sendin' money
Might pop him behind the fence
Baby, you a song
You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise
