59 SOUTH!! Lyrics

Pour a pint of lean in my liter

Stones sevyn racks each no streeter

Keep three feet like a meter

Gotta Sugar Land bitch no skeeter

Big body take two lanes

59 South

Hell yeah

Off the feeder

I think I'm chiefin California reefer

I got a glock on my hip named Grecia

Pour a pint of lean in my liter

Stones sevyn racks each no streeter

Keep three feet like a meter

Gotta Sugar Land bitch no skeeter

Big body take two lanes

59 South

Hell yeah

Off the feeder

I think I'm chiefin California reefer

I got a glock on my hip named Grecia

Celly just pulled off the lot

Gray Audi coupe

Black rims

Drop top

Cartier frames they

Jock

Jock

Push

Straight to the top

Drop top coupe

Color funyun

Grabbin on her booty

Body shaped like an onion

If my brudda gotta gun

I'm gunnin

Straigh to the smoke

No runnin

Mo. City, Texas

Too stiff

Sets all in my clique

Hoe tryna have my baby

Know how I fuck

I get all in her shit

Kissin me

Tab on her tongue now

I'm bitin' her lip

Pussy juice

I let it drip

She like it rough

So I bite on her clit

Pour a pint of lean in my liter

Stones sevyn racks each no streeter

Keep three feet like a meter

Gotta Sugar Land bitch no skeeter

Big body take two lanes

59 South

Hell yeah

Off the feeder

I think I'm chiefin California reefer

I got a glock on my hip named Grecia

Nigga not down with the mob?

You a bitch and a half

They told me to pull with X

But I'm tryna pick the bimmer or the jag

Orange star all on my beanie

Shout to check

The color of the rag

I get my clothing

Like two sizes up

A nigga be packing that mag

Yeah yeah

Stashin the mag

Don't know the brand unless you see the tag

I'm all in my bag

My clothing ain't goin for sale

Cause it's too many niggas

Drippin with my swag