歌词
[Intro]
(La música de Harry Fraud)
[Chorus: Wale]
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
[Verse 1: Wale]
What's the sense of it all?
Pimpin', powder, and *****, tryna make pennies
See niggas lie on the stand, guess hell ain't harder than prison, who knows?
In the '90s, a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke
Now they find you a traffic stop get you riddled with holes
We be livin' too fast, we be sippin' it slow
One of my niggas was sellin' work, now he sellin' out shows
I mean, face it that's growth, pay attention, take note
You over forty and movin' work, better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home
If niggas really wan' hurt you, they gon' leave you alone
'Cause them peoples is comin'
Where your loyalty, youngin'?
When a rapper say, "Free my nigga," his lawyers get hungry
And everybody wanna be a trap nigga 'cause them rap trap niggas get paid
And don't nobody want to be a trap, trap nigga when them badge niggas got you on tape, yeah
Art imitatin' life, I got to saying lies
Got these suburbanites thinkin' y’all ain't afraid to fight
Right in the mirror cryin' a little, you shakin', right?
Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights
Down South slangin' music with these hustlers
Keep it true to self and never sell out with these busters (No)
I ain't finna tap dance, I don't give a **** though
Keep it true to self and keep it cool when niggas cutthroat
Run it
[Chorus: Wale with Yella Beezy]
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
[Verse 2: Yella Beezy]
I got the ******* lady, white lady, by the ki' (Ki')
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (Three)
Hopped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (A P)
Smoke a ***** nigga like I rolled me a leaf (Like a leaf, nigga)
All smoke, put a hole in his teeth (Ayy)
Boom, bop, bam, put a hole in his cheek (Ayy)
Nigga talkin' tough but you a ho in the streets (Ayy)
Come and get knotted, freaky hoes in the sheets (Ayy)
Hustle like a mother****er (Oh, oh), niggas servin' Scudder Butter (Oh, oh)
***** niggas undercover (Oh, oh), and I ain't stutter, mother****er (Oh, oh)
Hit 'em with the blocka, blocka (Oh, oh), quick to serve me a clocker (Oh, oh)
You borderline ****-suckers (Oh, oh), tryna take some pics, suckers (Oh, let's go)
Baby, make your leg bend, yellow *****, a red skin
In DC like a Redskin, come and give me head then
My youngins popped a lead in
Nigga, swing your dread then
Oh, you wanna tussle? We gonna see how niggas play it then (On God)
[Chorus: Wale & Yella Beezy, Maxo Kream]
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (Yeah)
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Uh, uh)
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (Yeah, look)
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)
[Verse 3: Maxo Kream]
Down South slangin' (Huh), servin' all these customers (Uh-huh)
Like Bill, I keep some pills, keep a Heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable (Okay)
On the real, you might get killed, don't touch my chain 'cause this untouchable
Big black nine on my hip, yeah, I'ma shoot, that ***** ain't cute but she still ****able (Huh)
Racks on racks, move packs, sell packs at school, had packs like Lunchables (Alright)
Tote gats on gats, .45s and MACs, we bust our straps at constables (Boom)
Hundred chops, my sack, no phone with her (Ayy)
On Adderall but it's still functional (Vroom)
Still aired out at her function, though (What?)
That Draco so dysfunctional
Used to be robber, Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (Uh-huh)
Yellow bone on top to give me sloppy toppy as I lay (Suck it)
Pull up on a opp, a chopper rocker hit him while he lay (Boom-boom)
I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gon' make you Frito Lay
Bangin', we don't really tussle
If I can't get that thang in, then I'm not finna go clubbin' (Hell nah)
Every since my bro got killed, I can't trust shit, I can't trust nothin'
Can't even trust my Crips because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo)
[Chorus: Wale, with Maxo Kream]
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
编程 : Harry Fraud
制作 : Harry Fraud
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