"KEEP IT SOUTHERN" lyrics
[Kevin Abstract:]
Critique sauce, critique harsh
Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my niggas cut right
Line-ups like they fresh for a flight
My whole life been glamorized
So dramatize my sexuality, but, baby, make it sanitized
Just to make the motherfuckers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized
Deeper in that 'Lanta night, we all felt them 'Bama skies
Move my niggas to Montana, only keep a landline
Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died
Finna hire more niggas that look like us
And when the ones that run your city turn against you, who do I trust?
I seen them lined up and loaded, some of them boys even look like us
Man, I love my cup, double up, and I fuck my thugs, that's love (Merlyn)
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
Your life, your life, your life, your life, your— (Merlyn)
[Merlyn Wood:]
Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch
Burning big bushes, but they never burn to ashes
Catch 'em with the baseline, bring 'em to my palace
Like how my mind sharper than a samurai tick
One hit of this make the sky redder than red
Ran for forty nights, float and sting like Cassius
Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis
That's my mirror, mirror, missionary secondary
Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby
But the blue faces only thing always entrust in
Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me
God made melody so I could make money, money
[Kevin Abstract:]
And I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
Your life, your life, your life, your life, your—
Critique sauce, critique harsh
Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my niggas cut right
Line-ups like they fresh for a flight
My whole life been glamorized
So dramatize my sexuality, but, baby, make it sanitized
Just to make the motherfuckers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized
Deeper in that 'Lanta night, we all felt them 'Bama skies
Move my niggas to Montana, only keep a landline
Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died
Finna hire more niggas that look like us
And when the ones that run your city turn against you, who do I trust?
I seen them lined up and loaded, some of them boys even look like us
Man, I love my cup, double up, and I fuck my thugs, that's love (Merlyn)
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
Your life, your life, your life, your life, your— (Merlyn)
[Merlyn Wood:]
Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch
Burning big bushes, but they never burn to ashes
Catch 'em with the baseline, bring 'em to my palace
Like how my mind sharper than a samurai tick
One hit of this make the sky redder than red
Ran for forty nights, float and sting like Cassius
Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis
That's my mirror, mirror, missionary secondary
Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby
But the blue faces only thing always entrust in
Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me
God made melody so I could make money, money
[Kevin Abstract:]
And I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
My life, life, life, life
I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya
I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya
Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control
Your life, your life, your life, your life, your—
Writer(s): Isaiah Merriweather, Ian Simpson, Romil Hemnani, William Wood, Jonah Abraham, Grant Lapointe
