the souf

hey note

i'm tired of these niggaz stealing our shit mayn

d-red now you know damn well

we started off riding blades

having the big chains

the diamonds in our grill

i mean

how much can you steal from a nigga mayn

god damn mayn

i'm a southside nigga till i die nigga

niggaz trying to act like clover geez

ain't got no money nigga

you see everybody pieced up

cause we ain't broke nigga

what you know about the south

diamonds up in our mouth

breaking you boys off

clover geez in the house

what you know about the south

steady gripping that grain

nigga sipping that drank

getting that money mayn

what you know about the south

get on it

if it's money to be made

then i want it

a lick to be hit

so you know i'm gonna hit it

a dollar to be made

so you know i'm gonna get it

you ain't know

i could spit it like this

i hustle on the block

but i can get it like this shit

five hundred ki's

is equivalent to me

i break down the beat

like i break down my weed

i skate down my street

with my k by my feet

to make it in my hood

you gotta pay off police

i stay off the leash

don't play y'all capish

one phone call

and you'll be in the grave with your peeps

don't run up on me

i wish you would

you ain't welcome to my hood

we still grip the wood

from herschelwood to cloverland

to blue ridge

we got it locked nigga

you can ask whoo kid

nigga is you stupid

i'll let the k spray

i'm a king with drama

ask kay slay

spread your lies fuck boy

go on talk about me

i'm the real deal

nigga you a carby copy

what you know about it

even when it's hot nigga pushing snow up out

the dirty south got it locked

cause some'ing glow about it

i hit the hottest club spot

and pull a hoe up out it

what you know about it

i'm from the land of the trill

the land of fifth wheels

the land of diamond grills

and them freestyle skills

be po'ing up that drank

and we po'ing up the paint

and we steady smoking dank

so nigga fuck what you think

blowing shit that niggaz can't

but niggaz still try to copy

i just keep shit real boy

y'all niggaz just sloppy

tried to steal all my fans

and you almost had em

till they found out your new shit

sound like my old albums

heard you boys ain't true

wanna be like my whole crew

you even got a lil' dj

trying to be like screw

but nigga y'all can't do

what the fuck my niggaz do

so much ice up on my body

will make a bitch nigga blue

it's going down nigga

spray a few rounds nigga

you a clow nigga

d-red a o.g. nigga

yeah i know you heard about me

ask around town but your game was sloppy

ery'body that you talked to

said the real nigga g nigga from the botany

i'm a southside rider boy

heavy in the game real rhyming boy

still thoed digging though what you know

and you know yeah i'm real with the gansta boy

just spot up at the club

me and my niggaz is showing love

looking nice on dro

everybody on the real fifty deep all clovered up

pieced up let boys know

botany boys gon take the do'

clover geez gon wreck the show

then after the show we taking all the hoes

jumping down in the big whips

with big ships with extra clips

niggaz only hate but we swell them lips

mad cause we bout to take a playa trip

to the doc boy on the yacht boy

big shot boy fat knots boy

keep up boy you too slow boy

in a minute you gon be a real fuck boy

we making cash brah

we make it last brah

clover geez/botany boys

screwed up click brah