Down South Lyrics by Trap Dickey & Key Glock
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Trap
Down South *** gettin’ money and you know that (Boom)
Project baby, takin’ pictures like I’m Kodak (Trap)
In the trap house with the guys where your ho at
Treat her like a memory, nickname Throwback (Boom)
Reppin’ on a hood that you know you can’t go back (Boom)
Niggas start singin’ with a mask like 4Batz (Trap)
That side, I be where the Bloods and the Locs at (Gang)
Westside, I be where the cuhs and the folks at (Boom)
Quote that, niggas really actin’ like they on that
***, I’m from the Ville, niggas steal rims with no jack (Trap)
Niggas shootin’ hollows like they really know Jack
Crosstracks, Lincoln Ave, niggas throwin’ fours at (Gang)
Throw a touchdown or hand it off like a quarterback
Two hundred on a fresh load, you can order that
Man with a tote bag, ***, that’s a fanny pack
Bad ***, a hundred racks, ***, you can’t handle that (Trap)
Left foot, right foot, ***, how you want that? (Boom)
Crosstracks my hood, ***, how you talk that? (Trap)
Light skin bad ***, fat ass, pop that
Niggas hatin’ on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (Boom)
Left foot, right foot, ***, how you want that? (Trap)
Crosstracks my hood, ***, how you talk that? (Gang)
Light skin bad ***, fat ass, pop that (Phew)
Niggas hatin’ on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (Uh, boom)
Two-door double-R (Skrrt), ***, I had to cop that (Yeah)
The top drop back just like Cam Ward (Yeah)
Brodie on that *** like he from Illinois (Yeah)
Pockets full of dead guys, this *** look like the morgue (Yeah)
This *** on the floor, ***, I’m up (Up)
You know they call me Glock, get a bang for your buck (Fah)
And I ain’t finna squabble, I’ll light your ass up (Baow)
*** say they gettin’ money, but it can’t be much (Nah, the ***?)
No matter what, I keep it on me (Ha)
Brodie put *** to sleep, melatonin (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The Real Deal Holyfield, niggas phony (Yeah)
If I’m in the driver’s seat, then I own it (What? Glizzock)
Left foot, right foot, ***, how you want that? (Boom)
Crosstracks my hood, ***, how you talk that? (Trap)
Light skin bad ***, fat ass, pop that
Niggas hatin’ on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (Boom)
Left foot, right foot, ***, how you want that? (Trap)
Crosstracks my hood, ***, how you talk that? (Gang)
Light skin bad ***, fat ass, pop that
Niggas hatin’ on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (Boom)