Let's keep it quiet, I'm gon' shine, I'm in the body wide I'm comin down the street, I'm in twenty inch tires I'm leaned up, I'm screened up I'm bout to clean up the South, ain't shit happen to young Tela I'ma sit right here, and I'ma get my shit clear I'ma sit right here, and I'ma finish my beer Now I'ma go on and make the block cause I'm just on hard I'ma go ahead and stop mayne, fuck the laws Now I'ma go ahead and bounce because them hoes do be trippin I'ma head to the house and I'ma keep my shit pimpin I'm the realest Down South, I'm on a cut-up mission For some red, bowlegs, no braids, no extensions I'ma get by this bitch and I'ma call this bitch This Nextel drop calls, so I'ma hop on the Sprint They say, "Who that nigga there? He lookin all in my shit Lookin all through my tint like he wanna come and bitch boi"
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Bye bye haters, I gets papers Y'all muh'fuckers can hate me later Ha hoes, I gets O's I comes through the damn club so throwed
[Tela] There go two things in life that I don't wanna see Me not believin in Christ; my kids die befo' me And I promise you this - if the shit is sweet Or if the shit gets deep, from the valley to the beat They say I went pop, and I lost my streets The only thing that is pop, is me with this heat And I pop wine bottles and pop fine models And pop off sparks from the shells that's hollow I like nice parties, I got the new Bugotti It's gutted out white with the candy-apple body Haters can't see me, cause haters don't like me We two different players: I'm gator, you Nike Accept that player, can't help that player I don't care if you just sit there player Nigga youse a lame you ain't even in the game Youse a bitch in the stands, stickin on a man
[Chorus]
[Tela] Hey yo, understand me I'm at yo' door with yo' keys Tearin up yo' shit on the flo' where she bleeds I'm diggin through your couch cause I'm lookin for the cheese Nigga this the South, there's some shit off in the breeze I tell a bitch quick, aiy you're fuckin or leave And I don't give shit, but I gots to receive I lays it flat like this, I got mouths to feed I'm the captain of the team, so I'm to the extreme Hmm, so hold it in if you're feelin calicay Or feel the breeze from the wind from the holes in your Escalade I sho' hate it, you're outdated Expirated, deleted, for fuckin with the greatest I know you're feelin calicocky and swoll (oh) But don't get yourself rowdy and cold (oh) Oh young nigga gonna call me like Gonna find his ass, split to fuck with the pipes Keep playin aight?
[Chorus] - 4X
[Tela]
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