Back To The South
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It's a million dollar phone, know we
Really get it in
And we just met up last week
Tryna throw us where we spin
In Miami on the beach
She tryna do me on the sand
In the club, got them racks on me
Nigga throwin' it underhand
Put dope on a fly
All the trap niggas poppin' out
Tryna place an order, nigga
We at the other, other house
Pull up, double rockstars in the set
I can't wait for summertime
Give it to him, really been chillin'
Walk around, hear the chain danglin' everywhere
LV trainers, damn near got every pair
I don't need no help put it on
I know what the words
I just stashed another hundred
Ain't 'bout money, nigga, I don't care
I just signed the deal
Still posted in the trap house
Hundred 'bows in, nigga
Hundred 'bows out
Nobu on the beach
Back in South Dallas
Everywhere I go 'round
The world gotta rep Dallas
I ain't ever seen a thousand 'bows
I make 'em disappear
Niggas mad, hatin', signed the deal
Left them in the rear
Niggas mad, broke, copped dope
Nigga, I got the cure
Lookin' for them 'bows
Drivin' through the mountains
Almost hit a deer
Stuntin' like a nigga plugged in with the Chinese
Cash on deck, money stacked up
But got neat
No cap, 100K to the good before my ID
I ain't lookin' for no club, way I pop it
They gon' find me
Ol' dude, nigga, I'm a Wilson on the boulevard
This a fourteen-month
Nigga act like this shit hard
I don't wanna hit you niggas blunts
Know you smokin' backyard
Me and Mack in the Urus, hundred thousand in the Goyard
Hundred for the stacks, for the whip, bought it 'fore I popped
Tired of niggas inquirin' 'bout the price
But don't never shop
Do what came with it, do your time
Nigga, don't turn into a cop
Broke nigga favorite thing to say, "
Fuck the opps"
Way before this rap shit, real trap nigga
Did my background check on you
Say you cap, nigga
Workin' three different lines
Really know them raps, nigga
I just left North Park, I'ma head
Back to the South, nigga
Every time we pop out, it's a movie
Can't be touchin' anything, gotta stay exclusive
Can't be touchin' anything
Really bougie
Thumbin' through them hundreds
While I'm rubbin' on her coochie
White tee, Nike Tech
She love a trap nigga
Every bitch I ever cut off
Tryna double back, nigga
Twenty pictures in Amiris, add it up
That's twenty racks, nigga
Dancin' in the booth, ask the streets
It's all facts, nigga
Went and took a trip
I ain't ask no niggas turn me up
Louis tag came after ten thousand
I don't give a fuck
Kissin' on that bitch in her mouth
You know she a slut
Every time sell a box
Gotta slap her on the butt
Young and ballin', yeah