[First Verse]



Jumpin, pumpin, dumpin, somethin bumpin all my doggs enjoy



When the crowd surround me



speakin loud like clouds that rain stop pourin



Born and raised with ways to get me paid off in a major way



Tricks and slickin', tickin', trickin' lemons all up out they pay



DAMN WHAT A NIGGA SAY



I told 'em 'fore I folded up this industry



Once they turned me loose I told the truth with every piece of me



Triple Bitch, the songs'll rock



Blackout and me done got you hot



Victim of this shit provided Fly still flyin' to the top



Stretched it out from side to side, from top to bottom open wide



Just so we can ride and bump all high upon this Southern side



Mane I'm hangin', sangin', champagne rangin' til' it ain't no Earth



Bumpin' out the frame is not a thing, just time to put in work



BALLIN' on the fuckin' slab



BALLIN' in the fuckin' lab



CALLIN' on my doggs with daps and haulin' ass with pen or pad



I told ya I'll torch y'all 



through the North while spinnin' out the Dirty South



HEARD ME I SAID DIRTY SOUTH, now get me some and get me out



Get me out







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Deep down in the dirty heard me,



Get me some and get me out,



Ballin', fallin', callin', haulin',



Ass up through the North and South







[Second Verse]



If you suckas comin' after, attack you for some ??? cheese



Scratchin', bitin', fightin' for some excellence and expertise



No matter what the Sarah Conner



We gonna get it, brother another of this rubble that'll hustle sometimes undercover



Paint familar tainted me



Minnie Mae, Black O-U-T



Achin' combination that's gone take it to the T-O-P



No surrender to contenders



Just dismember all pretenders



If I wanna remember



From December back round to November



As the time start fallin' fast



Suckas start to fallin' fast



Callin' on the law at last



The law ain't bout to haul that ass



Deep down in the dirty cut



Get me out pick up for what?



Livin' right here where I'm stuck and lovin' every minute, bruh



Dirty, dirty South, yes sir us thugs that you been hearin' of



Same ol' Parkway niggas, jigga bigger than you thought we was



All up in and out the North, and always goin' through the South



The plugga from down under, I'll come get me some and get me out



Get me out







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[Third Verse]



Rock and sock and state of shock is what this playa left you in



On the spot and off your socks I knock one, Flizy bombed again



This my third and final round, Fly think it's time I shut you down



Pound you with this sound into the ground



Unless you toss my crown



Fly be downin' dirty South



Dirty South be downin' Fly



Punk, and dank, and drank you under the table is the way we get high



If I fall, it's with my thugs



Ballin' fast or meaner mug



Always count on God above and haul my boxed-up World with love



See me flexin' dubs, twistin' blunts up to capacity



Deep down in the dirty, heard me, that's the way it has to be



I-B-N to smokin', chiefin', chokin' rollin' ghetto green



High as it could be and C and B the light has ever seen



Fly will see you peekin', seekin', creepin' what you don't deserve



Awake and shake on green and let my champagne kick me to the curb



Have you heard me?Out that DIRTY, DIRTY I said DIRTY SOUTH



I-B-N gone get me some and I-B-N gone get me out



Get me out, Get me out







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