Dixie2South (feat. TayG)

Ten-three what you doin'?

**** playin' on the book and I flushed him

In traffic with Drac', now, I watch folks suffer (I can't)

Can't do a show in my city, you pluckin'

I'm fresh as a motherfucker with a button (Grrah)

Hit this bitch and I'm watchin' folks clear

Gotta shoot with precision like Steph for a game point (Lean)

You ain't got you no body? Better go get you one

Hit the Drac' and I'm screamin' "Free hundred somethin'"

Number Foe really givin' out head taps

Nowhere I ain't goin', we can check Google Maps (Let's go)

'Nother bow hit they neck, think I'm buyin' out

Servin' my daddy ounces, I'm the man, now (I'm the man)

I pull up and I'm flexin' with dog shit

Smokin' somethin' stanky that's louder than dog piss (10K)

My **** still tender 'bout his buddy

On crip, that's the only time I seen my dawg switch (Switch team)

The shit that I do ain't for rookies

You try to run off and get caught and then bullied (TayG for real)

Yeah up the chopper with switches

That fully no good

Not at home? I'll peer out your bushes (I'll, I'll peer out your bushes)

Chasin' shit down in all black and a hoodie

Know you a bitch and the proof in the pudding (Proof in the—)

Gone with the move, it's a slimey lil' free (Yeah)

Throw a flag in the play and them folks gon' book me

7.62 and I dump at your car (Grrah, grrah)

You lookin' too hard that ain't gettin' you far

Sippin' Regetta, shit makin' me fart

I forward that shit and I still ain't nod

Stay by your window, I'm crankin' them cars

I fool with the pass, won't see it tomorrow (Let's do it)

Slide down your block with them fully AR's and burn that bitch up, then it's back to the block (Get here)

The bitch just said I'm state to state constantly eatin' chicken tenders

Fuck it

Pop it

Get up in my mode and order salmon dinners (I want a entree)

Bitch talkin' 'bout she see the good in G, shit I came out of scene (Guess I was born today)

The lifestyle we got lit

Fay Grate wasn't flawless

Neck buss down in Emeralds (Ayy)

Got the game up in a master lock

Hide the squeeze out of pickles (That I got out the jam)

Don't try shit at no show, bitch, you gon' die tryna get clout for Insta' (Bitch, you gon' die for real)

Freak the bitch out mackin' with my words (Yep)

The ho gave me her finsta (All out for me)

Chargin' for my verses

Leveled up, used to fuck hoes for rentals (Used to knock hoes for cars)