Lyrics
{Verse]
These hands automatic but still gotta clutch
Can't roll with the gang you is not one of us
And you know we get t'd like the back of the bus
And we passing out smoke like we passing out Dutch
Grind hard **** know I get to the pesos
Stole of with your girl and she do what I say so
Stay on the map like a **** Diego
Young Spanish Barbie you know that she fuego
Stay with the cream like Maxo
We running it like track
Y'all **** be yapping and telling some stories lil **** you know that that's cap
Lil **** you know we can scrap
Yeah you know that I stay with the gloves
Y'all talk on the gram when we see in person ain't giving out daps or no hugs
Y'all **** some internet thugs
Y'all **** ain't bout no beef
If I put on the table and tell you sit down we know that you ain't gon eat
You know that you ain't gon eat
Itwenty we making some hits
Itwenty we making some plays yeah aye
Talk on the gang but you lame that's a shame
Roll up a wood that bitch go to the brain
I ain't passing no gas lil bro you can't hang
I throw up the fours when I speak on the gang
I'm not beefing with no **** from my city
But if you want smoke then you can hit me
You know where i'm at no mentions come get me
I feel like the king something like nowitzki
Im walking on clouds when I puff on that loud
I'll slap a **** so best watch your mouth
You dont like how I talk shit blame it on the south
My cup real dirty something like your house
Don't fuck with a lame don't fuck with a mouse
I'm stacking my bread it's stuffed in the couch
Glock with a beam aim straight to your scalp
Talking all reckless I aim at your mouth
Itwenty the gang Itwenty the route
Slide on a **** I dump then i'm out
Loaded the clip never run out
We running up shit running the south
MD is the name keep it out your mouth
The tool on me **** i'm bumping it now
Don't mess with y'all lames don't mess with y'all outs
Two one four repping the south
Written by: Mason Daniel