Nawf & the South

Ayy

(Will, what that is?)

(Do you not get the concept?)

Huh

H-Town, rollin' classics, girls is the baddest

Pretty in the face with them supersize asses

In the slow lane, let the lames go the fastest

The smart move smart while them crash dummies crashin' (Yo)

Supersize tires, truck lookin' real Jurassic

Get money, flip it five ways, the bread doin' gymnastics

I been lit for years, you **** can't touch the ashes

Do the parking lot tragic, ho, I ball, March Madness

March Madness, I ball all summer

Slab beatin' hard like here comes the drummer

Since Birdman, been the number-one stunner

Y'all stay in the drama, I stay addin' commas

And your ho stay on my line, I ain't lyin', I don't want her

I curve her like a pitch, want me pipin' like a plumber

Watch and chain stupid, man, I call 'em Dumb and Dumber

A hustler for the comma, like Muhammad, I'll rumble

It's sunny outside, don't know which ride to ride

I let the ladies pick which one I should drive

Pull up to the club, everybody look surprised

I'm still gettin' money and they been so quiet

Ayy, self-made, boss type of a guy

I need the whole percentage, man, fuck a slice of the pie

Every **** with me solid, wrong or right, they gon' ride

And they steppin' on whoever, better thinkin' twice 'fore you try

Huh, think twice 'fore you try

Make the wrong move, you'll be livin' in the sky

We ain't trippin' on no broads, man, it's pimpin' on this side

Young GOAT, Mike Jack, bitch, I'm Thriller in disguise

I moonwalk on my haters

Until you're gettin' paper, save them opinions for later

Shakin' up the dice, throwin' seven, what a fader

I made this all from scratch, ain't a **** done it greater, I know