Southern

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)