Lyrics:
I know things went north
I know things went south
I know things went east
I know things went west
But baby I'm just trying to make it right with you
I'm the playboy of the south
Playboy of the south
Get that check in large amount
Getting fetti what I'm bout
2203 My route
Plaster road I make 'em
got bands I got bands bitch you better back up
Ain't that funny
That bitch want my money
Just give that honey
She is gonna feel me in her tummy
Nah I'm
A story of tragedy, like that day at Wounded Knee, South Dakota
Big Foot was an Indian chief
Of the Minneconjou band
A band of Minneconjou Sioux
From South
low a Town by the way of Illinois and
Our blocks come together like Legos
They know who I am, I'm the man with a
Plane and a nigga with verses
Blowin'
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
just made some bands tonight
Can't have no fear
What it is with this shit
Man it's fight or flight
Locked in real one
My Type it's like
Im a goat in
On vacation weed in rotation
Relaxation, trippy nation
Chasing bands, model chicks
Look like Sports Illustrated
I'm getting high as a plane
With no final
with my left hand (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I'm still bustin' down the Presidential Rolex band (uh-huh)
Everyday, I collect bands, Lambo truck colour
of me and more of her
Classic sample south her soul
I dig in it with the pole
She the gravel to the roots
She fresh daily like some fruits
Different
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
the trumpets band, and
They say they want the drugs to stop
But I'm a major setback when my album drop
I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
I got that
south, just spent a band
(Spend a band) talk out yo mouth
You won't speak a fucking again (Lil bitch)
Brought them Glocks out
Turn the lights out again
of me dawg
I can't slow down
You know me by now
Girl I'm sorry I just can't stop
I got it on lock when
I touch down with a bag on me
Blow a couple bands
(Mike Will Made-It)
Bad bitch with a tan
Do you know one by chance?
Hundred bands in the Lamb'
Do you have one by chance?
Need to see the Xan
yeah I ran him somthin
Met the junkie by the mail like I'm spamming somthin
My dick leave your bitch pussy sounding like macaroni
Pull up in my band
Flights Down South, man I gotta go Home
Flights Down South, man I gotta go Home
Flights Down South, man I gotta go Home
Living Out in Europe got me
know by now
Cant really show no face
Right now it’s bait
Ok ok
SO all day
I’m so south
My hometown
Mixing d squared jeans
With the white balmain
Off
at the house
I'm drunk and lonely
My band's playing in those same bars
The same ones where you broke my heart
I want to rewind and restart
I fell in love with
endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South
I'm the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North
vaminos one go down they all go down like some dominoes
I cannot fuck with you nomo cuz yo whole campaign is iffy
I'm like a pescatarian
I can just tell
bands I need bands fuck a bitch I'm tryna get rich
Trap I need sticks
Put 400 on my bitch
AMG for the whip
Can't be chasing not no bitch
Pop a perc let's
bands, bands
Yeah she on another level
And I’m tryna make it worthwhile
Frontin like the devil yeah
She grinnin with that cursed smile
And I don’t do much
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