[Hook]

Have you ever, been stuck in Red Clay?

Have you ever, been down south this way?

Cuz niggaz down here don't wanna play

Southern Country boys from around the way



[Verse 1]

Straight to the forefront, never holding back

Mr. DJ, on the tracks, so I can't slack

In fact I consistently hold more raid than the Gen's army

Never said you'll harm me

and you protecting your buffoons when alarm me

I got you stuck like superglue

You had no clue no need for beefing in my stew, I gotta crew to do

Dirt hurt you and your flunky

Beat you down like junkies

That's the high, now we got the munchies

Instead of smacking fast mouths

I doze, I close, I chose my foes

I finger-fuck bitches like hoes

So I suppose as many plenty that any little skinny B 

got enemies we down south drinking Hennessey



[Hook x2]



[Verse 2]

Hey, back up, break 'em down like a compound

Nah, shake 'em up like an earth quake  'til they fall down

Then smoke 'em out like a pig in a blanket

Yeah, roast his ass like a turkey by banquet

See I did more dirt than the old maid

Get rougher and tougher than leather but smooth like suede

Got the power to crush you like the abdominal snowman

Then grind your ass, like glass back to sand

As I map out and diagram my hit

I'm a calculate the many ways the body can split

As I look you in the face and spit

I'm gonna watch you fall through this bottomless pit

So who you laughing at Jack, cuz the joke's on you

Claiming true coming down this way

In the coupe like that nigger (what)



(Straight out of that south side)



(You know we putting it down, come on)



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 3]

Well, let me get loose and spit my verbal juice

On tracks I raps the G stacks and packs we pack mack for those who slack

And whack, act, and who you got your back?

I don't need my boys to bruise you

Kick a verse and loose you

Hey, booboo, who control your brain like lyrical voodoo

That's how I screw you, so who do

You want to see

Now, Ni you got the most exciting Stevie, believe me

So many want to be me

From the south side of the A

We blaze purple haze in many days

And in many ways, crime pays

My mind would drive through my way

then start to hit you hard like pavement

Me and my niggas yeah, we stay bad.

Coming through the "Y"

You'll find me locally down south

Run your mouth in my house and get tossed out

I heard you said we was slow

Check the flow

I got more in store down south this way we getting paid

Where we stay



[Chorus x2]



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