Way Down South

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah [Chorus] Yeah, I put her in Celine (I put her in Celine) Yes, I'ma go and buy that store, yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' everything (Yeah, I'm rockin' everything) I'on even got my voice, but I'ma still go hard when I need At the show, I lost my voice, now I'm in the studio, sippin' tea At the studio where I be With your bitch, yeah, that's where I be (Damn) On my T-shirt, got a B (Yeah) That's for Bstroy, fuck you mean? (Yeah) Yes, I destroy the fuckin' beat (Destroy the fuckin' beat) Bend it over, yeah, I fuck the beat (Fuck) Bend that bitch over and fuck up her knees (Yeah) Hop in the Tesla, it don't got no keys (Whoa) I'm skrrtin' off in the Trackhawk Jeep (Skrrtin' off in the Trackhawk Jeep) Heh, yeah, yeah Yeah, like, why the fuck they hate on me? Yeah, 'cause I'm really just doin' me Bitch, I give a fuck 'bout where I be I be up in L.A., up in the hills and shit (I be up in L.A.) I be with your ho on my Playboy shit In my Archive fit, rockin' mainline Rick (Yeah) I'm texting that ass, I get paid, lil' bitch (Texting that ass) Heh, I'm getting paid to talk (I'm getting paid, bitch) And you, you don't get paid a muhfuckin' dime to be on my page, lil' dawg It's true, I might as well hit up your muhfuckin' mom and tell that ho, "Suck me off" Yeah, 'cause I let the racks talk Yeah, I be with the racks boss (Whoa) [Bridge] Houston girls love the way it goes down [Verse] Goin' OVO with my Drac' And I'm OMO, that's 4L Jump around when I'm on the stage Flashin' racks in they fuckin' face Multicolored, yeah, my money gay Bitch, I was never on the wave, yeah I'm the one been on the way, yeah I been around and I'ma stay here Bring her over and she stay here You know I get my way here 'Cause I done had to find a way here I done made a couple plays, yeah I was showin' you the real me And now I'm starin' at the real her I'm seein' shit right through my rearview So let me talk about the real first I be on my fuckin' grind, they don't know a thing 'bout the way I be Yeah, I be workin' all the time, I can't tell the ho where the fuck I be Yeah, I can't even let you close, baby, only one I talk to is Marie (Okay) Nowadays, can't even smoke by myself, had to tell 'em, "Give me peace" Yeah, had to tell the ho, "It's way past twelve, get the fuck up off of me" (Get the fuck up off of me) Yeah, all these dudes act like females tryna get a come-up off of me (Bitch) It's the Urus truck or the V12 when you catch me ridin' down the scene (Bitch) It's your baby mama on my side, sittin' right there, right up next to me (Right up next to me) [Bridge] Houston girls love the way it goes down [Chorus] Yeah, I put her in Celine (I put her in Celine) Yes, I'ma go and buy that store, yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' everything (Yeah, I'm rockin' everything) I'on even got my voice, but I'ma still go hard when I need At the show, I lost my voice, now I'm in the studio, sippin' tea At the studio where I be With your bitch, yeah, that's where I be (Damn) On my T-shirt, got a B (Yeah) That's for Bstroy, fuck you mean? (Yeah) Yes, I destroy the fuckin' beat (Destroy the fuckin' beat) Bend it over, yeah, I fuck the beat (Fuck) Bend that bitch over and fuck up her knees (Yeah) Hop in the Tesla, it don't got no keys (Whoa) I'm skrrtin' off in the Trackhawk Jeep (Skrrtin' off in the Trackhawk Jeep) Heh, yeah, yeah Yeah, like, why the fuck they hate on me? Yeah, 'cause I'm really just doin' me Bitch, I give a fuck 'bout where I be I be up in L.A., up in the hills and shit (I be up in L.A.) I be with your ho on my Playboy shit In my Archive fit, rockin' mainline Rick (Yeah) I'm texting that ass, I get paid, lil' bitch (Texting that ass) Heh, I'm getting paid to talk (I'm getting paid, bitch) And you, you don't get paid a muhfuckin' dime to be on my page, lil' dawg It's true, I might as well hit up your muhfuckin' mom and tell that ho, "Suck me off" Yeah, 'cause I let the racks talk Yeah, I be with the racks boss (Whoa)