Down South Shit (feat. Lil' Keke)

Keep watching me and you'll see

I can show you how to be a G

I'm just on my down south shit

I'm just on my down south shit, baby

'Round here, playa, how you gotta be

That's why I never H.A.T.E.

I'm just on my down south shit

I'm just on my down south shit, baby

A lot of people talk shit 'bout the South

But they don't know shit 'bout the South

Never lived here, but they spit like the South

'Cause don't nobody drop hits like the South

Candy on the cars, I done did that

Big ol' gates at the crib where I live at

And if I jack 'em, wanna live, he better get back

'Cause a fuck, I just don't give that

In Texas everything larger

So much heroin, that's probably why it's so brown in the water

This the real New Jack City, baby, every corner is the carter

And like every other state when the law come around

Everybody pull out they recorder

And it don't matter what you want, I got ese's over here

And over there that'll take your order

It's the South

Keep watching me and you'll see

I can show you how to be a G

I'm just on my down south shit

I'm just on my down south shit, baby

'Round here, playa, how you gotta be

That's why I never H.A.T.E.

I'm just on my down south shit

I'm just on my down south shit, baby

Got a dope fiend to wipe my slab down

So I can be clean in the slab line

Martin Luther King on a Sunday was the shit and still is

Come down on the slab town

Ooh shit, all black on the ave now

You can tell your girl she can let her hair down

Just keep your heat with you 'cause the streets'll get with you

Have a real **** rollin' in the cab now

Styrofoam cup and you know what's in it

Raw paper cone and you know what's in it

Bitch booty so big, look like two bitches

Put on all three rubbers 'fore you go up in it

'Cause these hoes fuck with the ballers

And the way the shit looking, that's all us

Hope you don't fall in love

You might see me in the background the next time you Facetime call her

We don't love hoes, but we love foes

And we love the 3's and bumper kits

And piece and chain, and watch and rings

Got a spend a bankroll just to fuck with this

Some **** rock Yeezys, I still rock Ones

Pocket full of money, might not rock none

We don't talk a lot of shit 'cause everybody got dubs

Ho **** hearing it, but ****, we not one

Keep watching me and you'll see

I can show you how to be a G

I'm just on my down south shit

I'm just on my down south shit, baby

'Round here, playa, how you gotta be

That's why I never H.A.T.E.

I'm just on my down south shit

I'm just on my down south shit, baby

One time for the bottom on the map

Dirty rounds at the bottom of the strap

Yellow bone on the top of my lap

Down south we the best, no cap

Coming down and the haters stay hurt

Self-made on the front of my shirt

Street ****, sold rocks in the dirt

Tryna get a real good number on the work

Top down and the windows go up

Big rocks on the front my cup

Old school and a fresh new coupe

With some real big shoes on a brand new truck

Southside 'bout to slip right in

On thangs when I flip I-10

Put your money on a Texas boy

Just down south, we gon' show you how to win

Keep watching me and you'll see

I can show you how to be a G

I'm just on my down south shit

I'm just on my down south shit, baby

'Round here, playa, how you gotta be

That's why I never H.A.T.E.

I'm just on my down south shit

I'm just on my down south shit, baby