Down South Hustlaz (feat. Slim Thug & Paul Wall)

All my bitches say I'm dirtier than a motherfucker Pineapple fanta and it's dirtier than a motherfucker Shot out to Bun I'm ridin' dirty than a motherfucker A half a million, all 20's it got blood on it Presidential day-day and it's flooded homie I just left the car loft and spend another check Hunnid band profit and I didn't break sweat I dozed of on that drank and almost had another wreck My lil bitch stay mad at me cause I don't get no rest I'm always out here chasin' money so she get no sex I'm in that drop top, bangin' Screw and burnin' rubber nigga I'm down in Houston on that boss shit like Thugga, nigga Got everythang on my own so I'm like fuck a nigga World wide, cross the county stackin' ruffles nigga She a good girl but lil' mama bad though She got a small waist but a fat ass though Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door I got G's out of Memphis that'll kill for me And everywhere I go the hood still love me Cause Thugga is a hustler, Thugga is a boss Thugga made it trough them droughts on that nasty North Me and Paul still tippin', sippin' with that Dolph Got 'em ridin', red fo's, breakin' boys off Kottonmouth kush blunts back to back Nowadays ridin' Rovers but still keep a clean 'Lac Thank god everyday, I ain't gotta sell packs I ain't tryna see the FED's I like my bed where it's at Countin' these stacks like I'm gettin' platinum plaques Livin' that boss life, breakin' hoes like the mack She a good girl but lil mama bad though She got a small waist but a fat ass though Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door No nuts mean no money No money you must be a dummy No dummy that's a fifth wheel It's only March but this my fifth grill Packin' the steel, chasin' the mill Workin' the wheel, yeah I'm the man Make me a ticket and I fuck it all off Codeine [?] and kush cause I can Chain with the chunk a 70 grand Trunk with the bang it sound like a band Whenever I pass it's turnt like a vent Pardon your girl I know she a fan On lean with a xan Backwood packed with 3 or 4 grams Thumbin' through money Got codeine sweatin' out all of my glands Oil change, this new drank just ain't the same Scopin' out boppers long range But not for profit they chasin' change She a good girl but lil' mama bad though She got a small waist but a fat ass though Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door