"Nawf & The South" lyrics

Ayy
(Will, what that is?)
(Do you not get the concept?)
Huh

H-Town, rollin' classics, girls is the baddest
Pretty in the face with them supersize asses
In the slow lane, let the lames go the fastest
The smart move smart while them crash dummies crashin' (Yo)
Supersize tires, truck lookin' real Jurassic
Get money, flip it five ways, the bread doin' gymnastics
I been lit for years, you niggas can't touch the ashes
Do the parking lot tragic, ho, I ball, March Madness
March Madness, I ball all summer
Slab beatin' hard like here comes the drummer
Since Birdman, been the number-one stunner
Y'all stay in the drama, I stay addin' commas
And your ho stay on my line, I ain't lyin', I don't want her
I curve her like a pitch, want me pipin' like a plumber
Watch and chain stupid, man, I call 'em Dumb and Dumber
A hustler for the comma, like Muhammad, I'll rumble

It's sunny outside, don't know which ride to ride
I let the ladies pick which one I should drive
Pull up to the club, everybody look surprised
I'm still gettin' money and they been so quiet
Ayy, self-made, boss type of a guy
I need the whole percentage, man, fuck a slice of the pie
Every nigga with me solid, wrong or right, they gon' ride
And they steppin' on whoever, better thinkin' twice 'fore you try
Huh, think twice 'fore you try
Make the wrong move, you'll be livin' in the sky
We ain't trippin' on no broads, man, it's pimpin' on this side
Young GOAT, Mike Jack, bitch, I'm Thriller in disguise
I moonwalk on my haters
Until you're gettin' paper, save them opinions for later
Shakin' up the dice, throwin' seven, what a fader
I made this all from scratch, ain't a nigga done it greater, I know