SOUTH$iDESTYLE Lyrics

Stop all that bullshit and stop all of that

talkin

Dont believe nothin that comes out yo mouth

Enough is enough

You talk out ya neck

Dont play with them words

Nigga we in the south

We like to get violent

Blow some shit up

You playin wit us

We gon flip yo truck

South side steppin

We dont give a fuck

We like to get dirty

We ride in the muck

You not in the south

I guess it must suck

We lower our rides

Raise up the trucks

We swerve on the roads

Bass out the trunk

Hang out the window

They toten them slugs

Down in the H

Everybody got guns

We jus bout the same

We come from the slums

Keep it cathartic

Wit guns in the trunk

We got all the gas

It smell like a skunk

Im jus gettin warmed up

No need to fear

I know what im doin

I got all the plans

Im bout to get movin

Jus gotta work hard

And keep on improving

Can't let myself down

I've chosen this path

So i gotta put work in

I know imma make it

And that im am certain

But gotta be careful

And watch for them serpents

The hide in the grass

Called social media

Duck behind screens

And dont want to meet ya

Im tellin you fax

Like i am the teacher

Now that you heard me

Its real nice to meet ya

But im not done

Back in the field

Like im the receiver

I be throwing shit down

It came from the ground

I pick that shit up

Look what we found

An interesting talent

That i have obtained

My bars they hit hard

Hard like a train

AYY

Brother we made it

Yeah

Cant you just taste it

Yeah

They said we wouldn't make it

But look at us now

Look at my greatness

Stop all that bullshit and stop all of that talkin

Dont believe nothin that comes out yo mouth

Enough is enough

You talk out ya neck

Dont play with them words

Nigga we in the south

We like to get violent

Blow some shit up

You playin wit us

We gon flip yo truck

South side steppin

We dont give a fuck

We like to get dirty

We ride in the muck

You not in the south

I guess it must suck

We lower our rides

Raise up the trucks

We swerve on the roads

Bass out the trunk

Hang out the window

They toten them slugs

Down in the H

Everybody got guns

We jus bout the same

We come from the slums

Keep it cathartic

Wit guns in the trunk

We got all the gas

It smell like a skunk

Im jus gettin warmed up

AYY

Brother we made it

Yeah

Cant you just taste it

Yeah

They said we wouldn't make it

But look at us now

Look at my greatness