From Da South

(album: So Icy Boyz - 2021)

(BandPlay)
Uh

(Woah)
Plain jane, Cartiers for the bifocals (Bifocals)
I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (Make it flood up the score)
Hellcat fat, I don't blow it back no more (I don't blow it back no more)
You can tell I'm getting money, I ain't even gotta show (I ain't even gotta show)
Fuck the plug, need the core, that's the nigga, that grower (The nigga, that grower)
Falling every recording (Woah), guaranteed I won't blow up (Can't go)
Can't sleep, forty whips (Woah), guaranteed they came to it
Nah, uh-uh (No)
Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour (On tour)
Thug life, but I can't go out like Shakur (Like Shakur)
Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain't going (Know we ain't goin')
Big way before the rap, I was already blowing (I was already blowin')
Hit the BandPlay chopping, knocking, snatching every drum (Rich drums)
Young nigga rich nigga from the South putting on (Putting on)
Now I get paid just to get up on a song (Get up on a song, let's go)

Love sipping codeine, can't leave the VLONE (Can't leave the VLONE)
When the hood genie, these niggas be clones (These niggas be clones)
Shining all the way, nigga, better hold on (Better hold on)
Can't change nothing, but this a million dollar phone (Million dollar phone)
You a rat and a bitch, we would never get along (We would never get along)
I won't let him get a break (Woah), had him laying in his home (Woah)
Nigga don't want smoke, he put my name in a song (My name in a song)
'Caine just hit and it's already gone (Already gone)
Bad bitch laying, I'ma be in that, her throat (I'ma be in that, her throat)
Slam dunk a ho like my first name Stone (First name Stone)
Get the whole ones now I'm living in Quan (Living in Quan)
Pop a Perc' with a Addy, now I'm in my own zone (In my own zone)
Pull up, pick a halftime, got a nigga stoned (Got a nigga stoned)
Bitches love a nigga like I'm who? Mike Jones (Who? Mike Jones)
Might a nigga stepped, bitch, I'm big Frozone (Big Frozone, let's go)

(Woah)
Plain jane, Cartiers for the bifocals (Bifocals)
I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (Make it flood up the score)
Hellcat fat, I don't blow it back no more (I don't blow it back no more)
You can tell I'm getting money, I ain't even gotta show (I ain't even gotta show)
Fuck the plug, need the core, that's the nigga, that grower (The nigga, that grower)
Falling every recording (Woah), guaranteed I won't blow up (Can't go)
Can't sleep, forty whips (Woah), guaranteed they came to it
Nah, uh-uh (No)
Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour (On tour)
Thug life, but I can't go out like Shakur (Like Shakur)
Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain't going (Know we ain't goin')
Big way before the rap, I was already blowing (I was already blowin')
Hit the BandPlay chopping, knocking, snatching every drum (Rich drums)
Young nigga rich nigga from the South putting on (Putting on)
Now I get paid just to get up on a song (Get up on a song, let's go)

Kept playing with a bitch, now they say that I'm wrong (Say that I'm wrong)
New opp pack, yeah, the older hit strong (Yeah, the older hit strong)
It's VLONE my back, still rocking VLONE (Still rocking VLONE)
Tell 'em when you talk to me, better watch your tone (Nigga, better watch your tone)
Catch a nigga down bad, leave his face in his phone (Leave his face in a phone)
Yeah, I hear him talking, but I'm still on
Better get some money, get it broke, sending one no more (No)
And I'm in the hood when I'm back home (Woah)
Post on the block with a deuce and a styrofoam (Styrofoam)
I don't like to talk and my money long (Woah)
Gripping on the wood on the 'Cat like a microphone (Like a microphone)
In the trap like my name Corleone (Woah)
Hundred bags in, we gon' get 'em in and get 'em gone (And get 'em gone)
Hit the club tatted with my chains on (Woah)
Standing on the couch, throwing money all night long (All night long)
You know what I'm on

(Woah)
Plain jane, Cartiers for the bifocals (Bifocals)
I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (Make it flood up the score)
Hellcat fat, I don't blow it back no more (I don't blow it back no more)
You can tell I'm getting money, I ain't even gotta show (I ain't even gotta show)
Fuck the plug, need the core, that's the nigga, that grower (The nigga, that grower)
Falling every recording (Woah), guaranteed I won't blow up (Can't go)
Can't sleep, forty whips (Woah), guaranteed they came to it
Nah, uh-uh (No)
Long way from the hood, now a nigga on tour (On tour)
Thug life, but I can't go out like Shakur (Like Shakur)
Try to catch me at the light, nigga know we ain't going (Know we ain't goin')
Big way before the rap, I was already blowing (I was already blowin')
Hit the BandPlay chopping, knocking, snatching every drum (Rich drums)
Young nigga rich nigga from the South putting on (Putting on)
Now I get paid just to get up on a song (Get up on a song)