"Mississippi" lyrics
I'm from Mississippi
Yeah, we pushing P on 'em
But our P stand for pimpin'
Grew up in a farmhouse
Raised plucking chickens
They can't understand us
'Cause we talk a lil' different
Up there they say "pants"
Down here we say "britches"
Up there they say "soda"
Down here we say "pop"
Car break down—we fix our own shit
Don't need no shop
Running to the money, lose my leg—I'll hop
Country ass young nigga tryna get it
This shit don't stop
Bitch, just follow my lead
Bottom of the pack—just squeeze
Promise this shit ain't easy
Double just make shit look like a breeze
When you see a snake, take heed
Don't get bit playin' stupid
Mississippi niggas don't steal
But we'll go and steal some coochie
Finna pull up on Rucci
But naw, this whip ain't Renni
All of my whips be tinted
Baby girl look at my lap
Nah, come put your head in it
She just went stupid, went sped in it
I got a Glock with some lead in it
I got a Sprite with some red in it
And I got a trap with no bed in it
I'm from Mississippi
Yeah, we pushing P on 'em
But our P stand for pimpin'
Grew up in a farmhouse
Raised plucking chickens
They can't understand us
'Cause we talk a lil' different
Up there they say "pants"
Down here we say "britches"
Up there they say "soda"
Down here we say "pop"
Car break down—we fix our own shit
Don't need no shop
If I'm running to the money and lose a leg—I'll hop
Country ass nigga tryna get it
This shit don't stop
Bottom of the barrel—no crab
Sick of this shit like Shab
Ion even know what to do with this
My plug just threw me a slab
Bend that ass over—I stab
Know a young nigga had to cut it
My cup Mississippi muddy
Hit the airport, no luggage
I'm gon' shop when I land
Free Hotboy out the can
I'm from Mississippi
We don't need no gun
We'll throw these hands
My daddy raised a man
He told me, "Always have a plan"
Cornbread, collard greens
We eat off the land
I'm from Mississippi
Yeah, we pushing P on 'em
But our P stand for pimpin'
Grew up in a farmhouse
Raised plucking chickens
They can't understand us
'Cause we talk a lil' different
Up there they say "pants"
Down here we say "britches"
Up there they say "soda"
Down here we say "pop"
Car break down—we fix our own shit
Don't need no shop
If I'm running to the money and lose a leg—I'll hop
Country ass nigga tryna get it
This shit don't stop
I'm from Mississippi
Yeah, we pushing P on 'em
But our P stand for pimpin'
Grew up in a farmhouse
Raised plucking chickens
They can't understand us
'Cause we talk a lil' different
Up there they say "pants"
Down here we say "britches"
Up there they say "soda"
Down here we say "pop"
Car break down—we fix our own shit
Don't need no shop
Running to the money, lose my leg—I'll hop
Country ass young nigga tryna get it
This shit don't stop
Bitch, just follow my lead
Bottom of the pack—just squeeze
Promise this shit ain't easy
Double just make shit look like a breeze
When you see a snake, take heed
Don't get bit playin' stupid
Mississippi niggas don't steal
But we'll go and steal some coochie
Finna pull up on Rucci
But naw, this whip ain't Renni
All of my whips be tinted
Baby girl look at my lap
Nah, come put your head in it
She just went stupid, went sped in it
I got a Glock with some lead in it
I got a Sprite with some red in it
And I got a trap with no bed in it
I'm from Mississippi
Yeah, we pushing P on 'em
But our P stand for pimpin'
Grew up in a farmhouse
Raised plucking chickens
They can't understand us
'Cause we talk a lil' different
Up there they say "pants"
Down here we say "britches"
Up there they say "soda"
Down here we say "pop"
Car break down—we fix our own shit
Don't need no shop
If I'm running to the money and lose a leg—I'll hop
Country ass nigga tryna get it
This shit don't stop
Bottom of the barrel—no crab
Sick of this shit like Shab
Ion even know what to do with this
My plug just threw me a slab
Bend that ass over—I stab
Know a young nigga had to cut it
My cup Mississippi muddy
Hit the airport, no luggage
I'm gon' shop when I land
Free Hotboy out the can
I'm from Mississippi
We don't need no gun
We'll throw these hands
My daddy raised a man
He told me, "Always have a plan"
Cornbread, collard greens
We eat off the land
I'm from Mississippi
Yeah, we pushing P on 'em
But our P stand for pimpin'
Grew up in a farmhouse
Raised plucking chickens
They can't understand us
'Cause we talk a lil' different
Up there they say "pants"
Down here we say "britches"
Up there they say "soda"
Down here we say "pop"
Car break down—we fix our own shit
Don't need no shop
If I'm running to the money and lose a leg—I'll hop
Country ass nigga tryna get it
This shit don't stop
I'm from Mississippi
Writer(s): Jamichael Robinson
