Straight Out Da South lyrics

[Verse]
I got some killers who handle business come straight out the South
30,000 spent on VVS's in My mouth
You drop a diss I drop a bag that sh*t come with a cost
I'm quick to put them killers on your ass n*gga I lay down the law
Can't never speak on sh*t you saw
Up this b*tch and I'm getting off
Ain't scared to take a risk I'm riding with blicks somewhere you never thought
Turned up on My own that's how I made myself the f*cking boss
Got rich it's f*ck all of My own don't know what the f*ck you n*ggas thought
Uh, n*ggas can't f*ck with me they know that I'm a real stepper
Never been scared to shoot My blick know I'll bust this b*tch wherever
That n*gga mad I f*cked his b*tch that hoe ain't sh*t you shouldn't have kept hеr
b*tch I got real money me and you on diffеrent level
I'm in traffic with a switch trying to catch a n*gga lacking
Knock off his face closed casket
Ain't paying attention I'll up and blast it
They know we leave sh*t tragic
Brain on the scene it nasty
Can't catch you b*tch step on your daddy
Yea Yea
Uh, I drop a bag I want his head yea
Want that n*gga dead dead
b*tch all I see is red red
I been missing Red f*cked up inside but I can't say it
I done made so many n*ggas bled and I can't count how many-
What
Roll down the window and bust
Ain't clutching sh*t for fun
A 100 shots they know it's us
Boom boom roll his ass up
Clutching I ain't got it tucked
Slide like I'm in a rush
f*ck n*gga know I can't be touched
So what is? pus*y
I threw a switch on back My Glock and made this b*tch a fully
Play like he gangster but that b*tch know I'm really a bully
If I got your sh*t don't say I "Stole it" cause you know I took it
We the ones outside really taking souls ain't hard to step on rookie
Shoulder strap on the choppa see that b*tch outside and I step on your mama
I ain't got no feelings I don't give a f*ck still ain't dealt with My trauma
Still outside with AR's, Dracs' and Smithys for n*ggas claiming it's drama
We got the city hot that's why these n*ggas dying all summer
Cuz been moving bags we outside dropping bodies
n*gga know what's going on we ain't the type to cap about it
Lil .38 snoring knows spice sh*t up like a hot tamale
Mama ask "What's wrong" but I was on pills late ain't want to talk about it
[Outro]
(Southside made another one)
(This one ride right here Ant)