Players in The South

[Intro] Nigga, nigga Ya Nigga [Verse 1] Ima go get teardrops tatted, cause a nigga been Killing shit Leave a nigga slumped in his living room on some Killer shit Hit the blunt so swiftly Walking with a limp like Mr. Bigsby Getting busy, I ain't got no job Damn Tommy, how you working hard? Don't make me pull yo card, like a magic trick I don't [?] bitch I just hop in my whip lay on the gas and shift The whole fashion shit Yo shit sound like sushi, it's an acquired taste I bought my nigga Tigga with me, just so yall could Feel the bass I remeber hitting licks in the 10th grade, Me and Big Quade And we hustled when it's lunch time Nowadays i'm in the school dropping hits Like it's buckets in the forth and it's muh'fuckin crunch time Might wanna think two times before you drop that weak shit, you just might get bodied