In the South

They wanna what's going on in the South

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth

Two rollers at the same time, I'm too cool

Gucci, is you locing 'cause that motherfucker Crip blue

Suwoo, Bentley and the Forgies Suwoo too

And I know two Jews, eat a case like it's fast food

I bought a T-rex on these niggas 'cause life's cruel

My jewels so cold that you might get the slight flu

Bird's eye view, I'm looking down at the little dudes

And if I had to pussy nigga, I'll rob you

You wanna see me locked 24 just like cop do

You hate from the sideline, that's what yo job to

Gang mentality, I think like the mob do

Police brutality, I'm strapped like a cop, fool

My dope boy do numbers just like my shows do

My main bitch rolling for me just like my hoes do

These suckers say they coming from me, well cook me soul food

I'm out, [?], and I pull up with a trunk full

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South

In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South

In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth

Even though the radio refused to give us airplay

Bump this shit in your Cadillac, your Cutlass or box Che-vy, hea-vy

Timothy McVeigh, knock it down like OKC, boy

And ain't no nigga on ya playlist fucking with a A-list nigga like B-I-G B-O-I, why?

Effortlessly fly, I

Tend to overthink when I ink these bars but y'all niggas don't even try

Ball till you fall or your homies die

Pour out a little liquor, let one in the sky

Don't cry, let the doves do that when the guns go 'brrrp'

Now that's what we call the pop life, true that

(They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South)

A nigga kick back at the house with my flipflops on

Got an ounce on the couch, blow a bag

Crack her jaw open, we all smoking

And some of us even taking shots going in

Jello, Tito's, white Hennessy, that brown liquor ain't yo' friend

My G we know...

... What's going on in the South, in the South

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South

In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South

They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South

In the South, in the South, in the, in the South, South

Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth

Big Chevy's bending corners, speakers bumping

Yeah we make a scene

That dirty, dirty in yo' ear, crystal clear

Yeah, we got what you need

Big Chevy's bending corners, speakers bumping

Yeah we make a scene

(They wanna what's going on in the South, in the South)

That dirty, dirty in yo' ear, crystal clear

Yeah, we got what you need

(Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth)

Call, call, call, call me Daddy Fat Sax

Call, call, call, call me Daddy Fat Sax

Call, call, call, call me Daddy Fat Sax