Southern Lyrics

You ain't gotta worry about money, on hood, Imma put it back in the trenches

In the south I'm bound and I'm known the motherfucking city

I'm still trying to fuck up a digit

Tell em' bring a muscle when you ride in the city

Tell him stop crop dusting we call it Diddy

Use a belt buckle to hold up my bridges

Fendi, can't wait to go catch me a nigga

Southern, they ain't Texan, straight bitches, it's written

I'm a cowboy trying to bust out his cap, knock off his top and bust out his fifty

I'm straight from the south b-backyardigan, nigga I'm ready

I'm straight from the south, I'm Backyardigan, nigga Ion' listen to Jorge (who is Jorge)

Pop out, you niggas aint drop out, the fuck I look like when niggas keep running their mouth

On baby go to the cattle, you know it's a battle, fuck tryna wild n out

You know what I go for this she can get stamped

The bottom, the Bayou stay deep in south

He ain't using his head put in his lap

Shit take off that nigga thinking cap

Blick, now I'm gonna really take them out

Drop that's the two-step walk

On south we straight alligator walk

I'll be that nigga they hollering about

Jump out Mexican

On Teo

I played the banjo

Who's with me

Massacre, murder, I'm holding the burner, I was born in the city

The fuck I jump on a 1 on 1, go ask the city we get shit done

We just stepped on him now it's blood on my boots

Like a Mexican I'm trying to stack to the roof

Like a cowboy my shit hit like kaboom

And no, I'm not no cowboy dude

We send shit straight to FOX 5 news

You from Texas I be that southern dude

You ain't gotta worry about money, on hood, Imma put it back in the trenches

In the south I'm bound and I'm known the motherfucking city

I'm still trying to fuck up a digit

Tell em' bring a muscle when you ride in the city

Tell him stop crop dusting we call it Diddy

Use a belt buckle to hold up my bridges

Fendi, can't wait to go catch me a nigga

Southern, they ain't Texan, straight bitches, it's written

I'm a cowboy trying to bust out his cap, knock off his top and bust out his fifty

I'm straight from the south b-backyardigan, nigga I'm ready

I'm straight from the south, I'm Backyardigan, nigga Ion' listen to Jorge

They ain't southern, they ain't Texan, they bitches

And they bitches dog

They ain't southern, they ain't Texan, they bitches

I swear they bitches dog

On southern, on Texas, on Texas, on Texas, it's written

And it's written dog

They ain't southern, they ain't Texan, they bitches

You ain't gotta worry about money, on hood, Imma put it back in the trenches

In the south I'm bound and I'm known the motherfucking city

I'm still trying to fuck up a digit

Tell em' bring a muscle when you ride in the city

Tell him stop crop dusting we call it Diddy

Use a belt buckle to hold up my bridges

Fendi, can't wait to go catch me a nigga

Go catch me a nigga