Cold purple sprite

Full of 'lean in my cup

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!

All the haters in the hood

Make me wanna cock and bust

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!

I done made a lot of money

Ain't to many that I trust

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!

But i'ma keep on hustlin'

'Til my body turn into dust

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!



I was born an raised a good old southern boy

With money up on my mind

Took a thought turned it into a rhyme

And now I do this shit all the time

Purple 'lean in my cup

I'm throwin' a blunt of 'dro up in my mouth, and I feel pimps in forthly

We the shit ya'll need to quit hating on the south

Cause we just trying to make it like all the rest of them mother fuckers is

I got talent and raw skills to pay the bills

So i'm gonna rock the biz

Call me what you wanna call me

Arrogant, evilish and conceited

I will sell CD's off in cicaly, italy, also in new zealand

Gettin that international money

Climbin higher up that ladder

Grindin' daily, bitch, pay me

I gotta' get my pockets fatter

Memphis Tennessee is the place

Where I got all my special training

Physical, mental, spiritual, lyrical

Acheived it all without complainin'

I got a...



Cold purple sprite

Full of 'lean in my cup

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!

All the haters in the hood

Make me wanna cock and bust

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!

I done made a lot of money

Ain't to many that trust

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!

But i'ma keep on hustlin'

'Til my body turn into dust

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!



I'm a motha' fuckin' nympho

Rubbin' tip toes

Sippin' line in the back of a benzo'

Hate me last year

Wait til this year

You gonna have a lot more shit to be sick fo'

Runnin' the street and not givin' a fuck

Still makin big money and get my dick suck

I'ma hold it down for my town

At the same time

Goin' to town to get some more bucks

If you gotta problem wit that

Bring it to the hood

Find me on my block

And i'll kick your ass

Ride on the same

Cause we done whooped plenty of motha fuckas

Just for talking all that trash

We don't give a shit bitch

That's just the mentality of the dirty south

Nobody really left the house hot

Ready to fight

But you better watch your mouth

I roll with some of the rowdiest, buckest, crunkest fucka's

In the nation

And even if you keep me slippin' solo

You won't bust a raisan

Serious though

I got dough

You broke, and know the score

Purple sprite and paper flow

While you busy hatin' ho'...



Cold purple sprite

Full of 'lean in my cup

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!

All the haters in the hood

Make me wanna cock and bust

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!

I done made a lot of money

Ain't to many that trust

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!

But i'ma keep on hustlin'

'Til my body turn into dust

Yeah - that's what's up!

Yeah - that's what's up!