Down South (feat. Maxo Kream & Yella Beezy)

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Look, what's the sense of it all?

Pimpin', powder, and pussy, tryna make pennies

See **** lie on the stand, guess hell ain't harder than prison, who knows?

In the 90s, a traffic stop, get you tickets, a joke

Now they find you, a traffic stop, get you riddled with holes

We be living too fast

We be sipping it slow

One of my **** was selling work, now he selling out shows

Ami Jesu, that's growth

Pay attention, take note

You over 40 and moving work, better be by the boat

Better be by the dock

Better not be by your home

If **** really wanna hurt you, they gone leave you alone

'Cause them peoples is coming

Where your loyalty, youngin'?

When a rapper, "Say free my ****", his lawyers get hungry

Now everybody wanna be a trap ****

'Cause the rap-trap **** get paid

And don't nobody want to be a trap-trap ****

When them badge **** got you on tape, yeah

Art imitating life

Now y'all just saying lies

Got these suburbanites thinking, "Y'all ain't afraid to fight"

Right in the mirror, crying a little, you shaking, right?

Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights

Down south slangin', music with these hustlers

Keep it true to self and never sell out with these busters

I ain't finna to tap dance, I don't give a fuck doe

Keep it true to self and keep it cool with ****, cut throat (Runnin')

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key (Key)

Ay, cup full of Texas poured by the three (Three)

Hopped out the Porsche and went and sold me a P (A P)

Smoke a pussy **** like I roll me a leaf (Like a leaf, ****)

Or smoke, put holes in his teeth (Ay)

Boom-bop-pow, put a hole in his cheek (Ay)

**** talking tough but you a hoe in these streets (Ay)

Come and get naughty, freaky hoes in the sheets (Ay)

Hustle like a motherfucker

**** serving scudda butter

Pussy **** undercover

And I aint stutter, motherfucker

Hit 'em with the blocka-blocka

Quick to serve me a clocker

You border line dick suckers

Tryna take some pics of us

Baby, make your leg bend, yellow bitch a red skin

In D.C. like a Redskin, come and give me head then

My youngin's pop the lead in

****, swing your dread than

Oh, you want to tussle? We gone see how **** play it then (On God)

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin (Oh)

Serving all these costumers (Uh-huh)

Like Bill, I keep some pills, keep a Heathcliff like Rudy Huxtable (Okay)

On the real, you might get killed, don't touch my chain 'cause it's untouchable

Big Black not know my hip, yeah, I'ma shoot that bitch, ain't cute but she still fuckable

Racks on racks, move packs, sell packs at school, had packs like Lunchables (Alright)

Tote gats on gats, 4-5's and MACs, we bust our straps, that comes to us(Boom)

100 chops my sack, no farmer doe (Hey)

On Adderall but I'm still functional

Still aired out at a functional (What?)

That Draco so dysfunctional

Used to be robber, Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (Uh-huh)

Yellow bone on top, so give me sloppy topper as I lay (Suck it)

Pull up on a opp, a chopper rocker, hit him while he lay (Boom-boom)

I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gone make you Frito Lay

Bangin', we don't really tussle

If I cant get that thang in, then I'm not finna to go clubbing (Hell no)

Ever since my bro got killed, I can't trust shit, I can't trust nothing

Cant even trust my Crips because a Crip killed Nippsey Hussle

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters

Down south slangin'

Rollin' with these hustlers

Tryin' to get rid a you haters and you busters