Down South - Trap Dickey & Key Glock: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Trap Dickey & Key Glock

Down South

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Down South was released on January 23, 2026 by Trap Dickey/Uptown/Def Jam as a part of the album Down South - Single

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Key Glock

Performer

Teddy Walton

Programming

Aaron Booe

Programming

FNZ

Programming

Travis Dickey

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Teddy Walton

Songwriter

Aaron Booe

Songwriter

Travis Dickey

Songwriter

Markeyvius LaShun Cathey

Markeyvius LaShun Cathey

Songwriter

Isaac Jon De Boni

Isaac Jon De Boni

Songwriter

Michael John Mule

Michael John Mule

Songwriter

Michael McEwan

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Teddy Walton

Producer

Aaron Booe

Producer

FNZ

Producer

Imixnation

Recording Engineer

Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco

Patrizio "Teezio" Pigliapoco

Mixing Engineer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Juan Razuri

Immersive Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

iMixNation for real

Trap

[Verse 1]

Down south **** gettin' money and you know that (Boom)

Project baby, takin' pictures like I'm Kodak (Trap)

In the trap house with the guys where your ho at

Treat her like a memory, nickname Throwback (Boom)

Reppin' on a hood that you know you can't go back (Boom)

**** start singin' with a mask like 4Batz (Trap)

S-side, I be where the Bloods and the Locs at (Gang)

Westside, I be where the cuhs and the folks at (Boom)

Quote that, **** really actin' like they on that

Bitch, I'm from the Ville, **** steal rims with no jack (Trap)

**** shootin' hollows like they really know Jack

Crosstracks, Lincoln Ave, **** throwin' 4s at (Gang)

Throw a touchdown or hand it off like a quarterback

200 on a fresh load, you can order that

Man with a tote bag, ****, that's a fanny pack

Bad bitch, a hundred racks, ****, you can't handle that (Trap)

[Chorus]

Left foot, right foot, ****, how you want that?

Crosstracks my hood, ****, how you talk that? (Trap)

Light skin bad bitch, fat ass, pop that

**** hatin' on the wrong hitta, need to stop that (Boom)

Left foot, right foot, ****, how you want that? (Trap)

Crosstracks my hood, ****, how you talk that? (Gang)

Light skin bad bitch, fat ass, pop that

**** hatin' on the wrong hitta, need to stop that

[Verse 2]

Two-door double-R, shit, I had to cop that

The top drop back just like Cam Ward

Brodie on that bullshit like he from Illinois

Pockets full of dead guys, this shit look like the morgue

This shit on the floor, ****, I'm up (Up)

You know they come to Glock, get a bang for your buck

And I ain't finna squabble, I'll light your ass up

**** say they gettin' money, but it can't be much (Nah)

No matter what, I keep it on me

Brodie put shit to sleep, melatonin

The Real Deal Holyfield, **** phony

If I'm in the driver's seat, then I own it (Glizzock)

[Chorus]

Left foot, right foot, ****, how you want that?

Crosstracks my hood, ****, how you talk that? (Trap)

Light skin bad bitch, fat ass, pop that

**** hatin' on the wrong hitta, need to stop that (Boom)

Left foot, right foot, ****, how you want that? (Trap)

Crosstracks my hood, ****, how you talk that? (Gang)

Light skin bad bitch, fat ass, pop that

**** hatin' on the wrong hitta, need to stop that (Boom)

Written by: Aaron Boe, Isaac Jon De Boni, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey, Michael John Mule, Michael McEwan, Teddy Walton, Travis Dickey

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