Down South

Fuck all y'all niggas

Real niggas bust your pistols in the sky

I'm a motherfuckin' G until I die

I get that paper and I'm chillin' on the low

All I need is mo' money mo'

Shorties bouncin', forty ounces

Lex gon' kill up all the bouncers

Rhyme my shit gon' fall up out you

Raw that nigga bring war up out you

Thought about you

Blow that four year, call the cops too

I'ma be out by four and route you

Pussy ass nigga bring whore up out you

Velour the couch too

I'm amazin' with it, pass the gauge in this

Sky blue Phantom whip beige in this

Stop changin' it

Pop it for a month then come up make my change in it

And I done the best to get it

Uncle let's get it

What's really good if Lex can't get it

Shaolin with the techs against

Fuck around and call me a Mexican bitch