lirik lagu tfy south - back to the south (remix)
soon we touch down in the hood smokin’ some gas eight grams in the f~ckin’ backwoods
n~ggas say they wanna k!ll me, yeah i know them p~ssy wish they could
if my n~gga ‘ catch, that’s your ass, that’s on hood
f~ck them n~ggas, they ain’t really, ain’t on sh~t
catch a n~gga ass lackin , fill his ahh , with that stick
used to call these n~ggas for spin but now these n~ggas snitches
used to call these n~ggas my f~ckin’ twin, now these n~ggas b~tches
shoutout to o.d., he laid down and did that f~ckin’ time with me
when i run, my racks up, you know my dawg gotta shine on me
if a n~gga play with me, i’ma leave a n~gga ass 6 feet
choppers and glocks, stay with me, leave a n~gga ass deceased
when i’m in thе club, you know me and my youngin’ vip
please don’t try that sh~t, my youngin’ quick thе put sh~t underneath
li chris call my phone last night, told me swept that f~ckboy off his feet
late night, we was layin’ on his block, he know we like to creep
i’m the one who creeped up in your bushes, made, that boy, get in the streets
n~gga caught me on the highway, he thought that sh~t was sweet
got the dumpin’ at the car, yall almost drove that b~tch off the street
p~ssy, n~gga, you better be glad i ain’t chase you down that street
and your b~tch, she off that liquor , she shakin’ her ass up on our street
told that n~gga don’t call my phone, p~ssy, boy, we gonna meet
trap number, boom, all night, i can’t even get no sleep
if the fed, kick the door , this b~tch back jumpin’ in the week
we downtown, yeah, we lit, tell the ho’s the bottles on me
i got k!llers in the car, you know i got them shottas wit me
if she lookin’ for the party, told her lil mama, follow me
and li shawty want a baby, told that ho, just swallow me
me & gang in the club, we got four bl!cks in this b~tch
n~gga try to reach or hug , bet he feelin’ that f~ckin stick
n~gga talkin’ crazy, actin’ hard, off that vodka ‘ sh~t
talkin’ crazy, you know, my youngin’ quick to
, drop the sh~t
bows touchdown , i forgot to even write her back
plug text again , oouu, sh~t, that’s another pack
just left cali , got some za, call it stupid pack
head back to the south, gave to my youngin’, told him, do that
soon we touch down in the f~ckin’ hood
smoked some gas, eight grams in the f~ckin’ backwoods
n~ggas say they wanna k!ll me, i know them p~ssies wish they could
if my youngin ; catch , that’s your ass, that’s your hood
so we touch down in the f~ckin’ hood
smoked some gas, eight grams in the f~ckin’ backwoods
n~ggas say they wanna k!ll me, i know them p~ssies with their cameras
if my youngin’, catch , that’s your ass, that’s your hood
f~ck em n~ggas, that ain’t really , ain’t on sh~t
catch a n~gga, his ahh lackin fill his up with that stick
used to call these n~ggas for the spin, now these n~ggas snitchin
used to call these n~ggas my f~ckin’ twin, now these n~ggas b~tchin
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