Lyrics:
Can you drive
OC livin' for the night
Lil baby can you slide
Bring a couple bottles for the ride
Hit a stride
Sippin' old fashioned with the wine
cocked
Cruising da streets
I gotta lil shawty say she out south
And she wait for meeee
I pull up, right off 82nd
In da hood tucked
I ain't tryna get
this grill
If I'm hungry you losing your meal
No you can't stay at the crib lil' bitch
You better go 'head get a uber for real
And you been talkin real
And now I got hoes by the group (Yeah)
And they hold me down like a root (Huh)
Lil bitch I’m on top like the roof (Okay)
Dont try to shoot down what I build
the cabbage
Use yo own spine
Dreams of livin' lavish
Work ethic is savage
Neva eva been average when I'm swinging the bat
Ever since I was born I had the work
winnin'
Lil' bitch must know I'm 'bout to blow (huh)
Walk past, shawty grinnin'
Really from the south, not just for show (huh)
It get down where we livin
supply of baking soda clientele
A Rollie watch, two pots and three scales (let's get it)
Can get 'bout fifty and a Hummer
The birds fly down south
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip
west north south fuck it all directions
Switch it, flip it, whip it, it's unexpected
Fuck the beat while I molest the rappers
They just like a necklace I
on that South Lee, with Big Mix and my boy Lil' Heat
Where's the drank I'm runnin' low, Cabbage Head told me it's a drought
But not to worry dough never
Yea yea yea
You know who it is nigga
Maal The Pimp
Down South Legend
Shout out to my nigga Bandit
We getting it in ya hear me
Tennessee
Like a boss
Let this drillers
Know whose up
Welcome all to the south west
Orangeline has entered the chat
Save the yap, on the track
And worry bout
the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer
Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in Atlanta
Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come here
Hold up, flip it quick Allegheny, baby, smokin' by the crick
Trappin' by the river, get it off the cliff Hold up, flip it quick
Allegheny, baby,
gotta' get this shit by any means ain't no option
Kai be lazy off that wocky that's why he always be nodding
I got me a thick lil' bitch I told her make it
still jackin' cars
They heard us we came out the south
Get it poppin' now we makin noise
I knew I would figure it out
Giving up was never a choice
Racks
on a Yacht-I got the pot you got the chicken fried steak
I can't even hear you haters you've been muted by my paper chase
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Lil' Flip
me from the pin and said nigga you chosen
And ian put tha pen down since
Round house kicks
She like "what you gon' step out in"
She tryin' match me
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
wait till I drop, touch down back to the rock
I'mma be at the top, doing good by myself
Bitch I'm up in the county, jumpsuits and orange slippers
That's a shame, lil nigga
Flip the page, lil nigga
Name another nigga who bust-down in these Purple jeans
Waking up I got a pretty hoe who lurkin' me
Sexyy
where the sun always shine
Baby right by my side
Got me feelin divine
I'm living my best life
Livin no stress life
Cant wait til I arrive
Lookin for
the microphone and I make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump and I back niggas up
She in the back of the truck
Lil' mommy wanna fuck and she really
Michael Phelps
Stand down, still with my crew
Either die or you gon' shoot
Crash out like Bandicoot
Wait till I catch Lil' Woody Woo
I'm gon' slide her by
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