DOWN SOUTH

Lyrics

[Verse] Look into my eyes No surprise It's that B-U-D Bitch don't blow my high Recognize you fucking with a G Step into this mass Never last Psychopath Never spazz On the path, like how he do it like that? Swanging in the 'lac smoking sacks back to back Spitting lyrical buckshots rat-tat-tat That smoked out player hanging favors through my papers With some bud so loud that it's waking up my neighbors [?] Never chief with player haters If it ain't about the scrilla, Ima have to see you later Greater days coming this way I beat the block everyday Smoked out player riding clean, chiefing hay Bumping on some pimping, never slipping Always macking, never slacking Spit some killer even on my worst day I'm chiefing on a quarter sack I gotta make some dividends I'm chiefing on a quarter sack I gotta make some dividends I'm chiefing on a quarter sack I gotta make some dividends Evil as a motherfucker, never sorry for my sins Hoe