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