The Souf

(*talking*) Hey Note, I'm tired of these niggas 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 Niggas trying to act like Clover Geez, ain't got no money nigga You see everybody pieced up, cause we ain't broke nigga [Hook: Big Shasta] 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 [Lil' Flip] 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 [Hook] [C-Note] 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 niggas can't, but niggas still try to copy I just keep shit real boy, y'all niggas 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 niggas do So much ice up on my body, will make a bitch nigga blue [Hook] [D-Red] 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 niggas 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 Niggas 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 [Hook]