In the South (feat. Gucci Mane & Pimp C)

They wanna what's going on in the South Now tell that bitch to keep my name up out ya mouth Two rollies 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 lil' 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 for me, well, cook me soul food I'm out, 'Quest yo house, 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 thumping 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 thumping Yeah we make a scene (Know 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