Let’s take Down South for a ride right quick, n#gg#
Let’s go down, nine five real quick
Let’s take ’em all the way to ATL, North Carolina
Ayy, yeah, whoa (South Carolina, Texas, Tennesse)
Yeah, whoa (Gilla House n#gg#s) (Mississippi)
Yeah, whoa (Turn the beat up a little bit, air this m#th*rf#ck*r out)
Yeah (All the way to Miami, n#gg#)
Let’s go
Yo, yo, I can ride in a {?}, still mack a b#tch, yo
Uncle of the hood, everybody play my kin folk
Fifty grand, insult, homie, my ends low
{?}, Gilla House (ten, four)
Sixteen so fire, my breath blow brimstone
Got a gang of birds, but they ran by Jim Jones
They hood b#tches, that love way a brother flow
When my mama water broke, she needed a water boat (Let’s go)
‘Cause I’m a killer whale, sour from Isabelle
My ma just hit it once, she almost sh#t herself
‘Cause I’m the bomb, baby, chronic dot com
Have more brass than ya lawn, way before I got signed, baby
‘Cause I’m a true smoker, f#ck you, school’s over
Veterans respect me, youngins, move over
‘Cause it’s the D.O., keep my—
Yo, turn that sh#t off (Hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up, hol’ up)
Gooooooddamn (We gotta go down some more)
Let’s take it to New Orleans
Can I get something else, man?
Gooooddamn (Let’s take it to the father of four)
Th—
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