Dirty South Lyrics

I'm from the Dirty South, nigga

Shit, let me tell you where I'm from

I'm from the Dirty South, nigga

Everybody got a gun, so niggas quick to clap shit

Give a fuck about who you with, they ain't asking nothing nigga

R.I.P. to Lil' JV, he used to play with gun triggers

Thick hoes, we fuck those, then disappear right on they ass

Two-tone, black chrome, instill some fear into that man

He can't go where I go, we send a blitz up on that man

Really started from the floor, but headed for the ceiling fan

I'm tryna see what he know, cause I wanna take some cash

I'm looking out the peephole, these O.T. niggas fed

These niggas soft like sweet rolls, I'm harder than a can

She hit her knees like eeh-ohh, I fell in love with reds

I'm tryna make her my ho, she say I fucked her friend

Lil' shawty was a vibe though, she just my evil twin

I just hopped out the Tahoe, got Ruger in my pants

This bitch could cost some time though, can't leave no evidence

We spin again, spin again, and spent a-fucking-gain

Remember finding myself, was lost in Horseshoe Bend

I ain't have no one left, just me, my thoughts and pen

I was all by myself, with dreams of deadly ends

Shit, let me tell you where I'm from

I'm from the Dirty South, nigga

Everybody got a gun, so niggas quick to clap shit

Give a fuck about who you with, they ain't asking nothing nigga

R.I.P. to Lil' J.V., he used to play with gun triggers

Thick hoes, we fuck those, then disappear right on they ass

Two-tone, black chrome, instill some fear into that man

He can't go where I go, we send a blitz up on that man

Really started from the floor, but headed for the ceiling fan