Bout the South

Lyrics

[Intro] Let's do this, fuckin' killas Prophet Posse, Dayton Family Flint Town, Michigan Style, Memphis Down South, Gold Teeth Gold D's, Fuck you hoes I pimp you bitches like I'm gold I'm flossin' like a bone I'm shinin' like a motherfuckin' diamond I'm a motherfuckin' playa I'm a motherfuckin' playa! Finish it nigga I'm gonna touch your soul Niggas we be cold Bank roll, fold, bitches, niggas, hoes Kick it [Verse 1: Shoestring] Comin' from Flint, bitches we big and plus we 'bout it Nigga Paul we need that green, can't live without it Stop at the store, let's scoop some Moet and now we rollin' Dollars we foldin' on the strip, grip is what we holdin' Makin' money, ain't shit funny about these Memphis streets Hookers get pimped from their head to their fuckin' feet Walk in the Denny's countin' them pennies, you didn't come too soon Lookin' for fuckin' hookers, suckin' in the bathroom Step in the alley not no bally, boy these bitches strife Better make that money for your pimp or he gon' take your life Third street now choose your feet Motel 61 Lookin' for action, so much transaction, better have no gun Catherine's on a hustle, so, why you bitches wishin' Off from court from Bootleg and now I'm on a mission? Ghetto ease, he with the Viper rollin' eighty Gs Boomin' off keys suck on these and I'm just smokin' trees [Chorus 1] Set me up and get me up, I gotta get ya Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya Set me up and get me up, I gotta get ya Hit ya where we split ya, makin' sure the story fit ya [Verse 2: Shoestring] Life's a bitch up in the south, big booty bitches Got my dick up in their mouth, pimped her to riches Where you from? You make me cum with your pussy lips Walkin' strips, shakin' your hips, that's where my money flips Smakin' bitches, these lazy bitches off that silky powder Funky bitch, nigga clean your ass, jump in the shower Clean my pussy and make my money fuckin' all these tricks Suckin' dick, fillin' in a pickup truck, no time to sit Get your purse, nothin' worse than losin' money hoe You gon' pay me, if you gotta be a hooker with five toes Sellin draws, lickin' these balls make me fall in love Breakin' laws with pussy walls where you want it touched Nigga, I own it, you the nigga plan to bone it That Mascarponé, if you want it, playa joke up on it [Chorus 2] My bitches freaky, I can sneaky bust they head in public Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains and these bitches love it My bitches freaky, I can sneaky bust they head in public Breakin' off the cane, fuckin' up they brains and these bitches love it [Verse 3: Project Pat] Now, I'ma claim South Side, forever, any day bitch Mane fuck all this talking, let that AK-40 spray which Most of y'all like to see some blood spillin' anyway Bodies fall, niggas dyin' young, all that's everyday If I slay one of you bustas down it's gon' be a loss You gon' pay me What you owe and get jacked in that cross Fire then retire out the game, in and out of jail 'Cause I'm 'bout this cheese, fuck the fame, you can go to hell With that shit, got's to get what I can, back on these bricks Project Pat, suicidal lifestyle, I'm livin' it Who's to blame when you run yo mouth and you come up dead Slangin' caine, robbed him for his dope, put some in his head Fucked that boy off with that sawed off pump Then I told real McCoy, what you dealin' with, don't you get yo wig [Chorus 3] Chopped up, Kaze Click we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we put in work Chopped up, Kaze Click we put the fuckin' "D" in dirt Hooked up with niggas outta Flint and we put in work