I'm from the Dirty South, nigga
Shit, let me tell you where I'm from
I'm from the Dirty South, nigga
Everybody got a gun, so niggas quick to clap shit
Give a f*ck about who you with, they ain't asking nothing nigga
R.I.P. to Lil' JV, he used to play with gun triggers
Thick hoes, we f*ck those, then disappear right on they ass
Two-tone, black chrome, instill some fear into that man
He can't go where I go, we send a blitz up on that man
Really started from the floor, but headed for the ceiling fan
I'm tryna see what he know, cause I wanna take some cash
I'm looking out the peephole, these O.T. niggas fed
These niggas soft like sweet rolls, I'm harder than a can
She hit her knees like eeh-ohh, I fell in love with reds
I'm tryna make her my ho, she say I f*cked her friend
Lil' shawty was a vibe though, she just my evil twin
I just hopped out the Tahoe, got Ruger in my pants
This bitch could cost some time though, can't leave no evidence
We spin again, spin again, and spent a-f*cking-gain
Remember finding myself, was lost in Horseshoe Bend
I ain't have no one left, just me, my thoughts and pen
I was all by myself, with dreams of deadly ends
Shit, let me tell you where I'm from
I'm from the Dirty South, nigga
Everybody got a gun, so niggas quick to clap shit
Give a f*ck about who you with, they ain't asking nothing nigga
R.I.P. to Lil' J.V., he used to play with gun triggers
Thick hoes, we f*ck those, then disappear right on they ass
Two-tone, black chrome, instill some fear into that man
He can't go where I go, we send a blitz up on that man
Really started from the floor, but headed for the ceiling fan
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I'm from the Dirty South, nigga
Shit, let me tell you where I'm from
I'm from the Dirty South, nigga
Everybody got a gun, so niggas quick to clap shit
Give a f*ck about who you with, they ain't asking nothing nigga
R.I.P. to Lil' JV, he used to play with gun triggers
Thick hoes, we f*ck those, then disappear right on they ass
Two-tone, black chrome, instill some fear into that man
He can't go where I go, we send a blitz up on that man
Really started from the floor, but headed for the ceiling fan
I'm tryna see what he know, cause I wanna take some cash
I'm looking out the peephole, these O.T. niggas fed
These niggas soft like sweet rolls, I'm harder than a can
She hit her knees like eeh-ohh, I fell in love with reds
I'm tryna make her my ho, she say I f*cked her friend
Lil' shawty was a vibe though, she just my evil twin
I just hopped out the Tahoe, got Ruger in my pants
This bitch could cost some time though, can't leave no evidence
We spin again, spin again, and spent a-f*cking-gain
Remember finding myself, was lost in Horseshoe Bend
I ain't have no one left, just me, my thoughts and pen
I was all by myself, with dreams of deadly ends
Shit, let me tell you where I'm from
I'm from the Dirty South, nigga
Everybody got a gun, so niggas quick to clap shit
Give a f*ck about who you with, they ain't asking nothing nigga
R.I.P. to Lil' J.V., he used to play with gun triggers
Thick hoes, we f*ck those, then disappear right on they ass
Two-tone, black chrome, instill some fear into that man
He can't go where I go, we send a blitz up on that man
Really started from the floor, but headed for the ceiling fan
Shit, let me tell you where I'm from
I'm from the Dirty South, nigga
Everybody got a gun, so niggas quick to clap shit
Give a f*ck about who you with, they ain't asking nothing nigga
R.I.P. to Lil' JV, he used to play with gun triggers
Thick hoes, we f*ck those, then disappear right on they ass
Two-tone, black chrome, instill some fear into that man
He can't go where I go, we send a blitz up on that man
Really started from the floor, but headed for the ceiling fan
I'm tryna see what he know, cause I wanna take some cash
I'm looking out the peephole, these O.T. niggas fed
These niggas soft like sweet rolls, I'm harder than a can
She hit her knees like eeh-ohh, I fell in love with reds
I'm tryna make her my ho, she say I f*cked her friend
Lil' shawty was a vibe though, she just my evil twin
I just hopped out the Tahoe, got Ruger in my pants
This bitch could cost some time though, can't leave no evidence
We spin again, spin again, and spent a-f*cking-gain
Remember finding myself, was lost in Horseshoe Bend
I ain't have no one left, just me, my thoughts and pen
I was all by myself, with dreams of deadly ends
Shit, let me tell you where I'm from
I'm from the Dirty South, nigga
Everybody got a gun, so niggas quick to clap shit
Give a f*ck about who you with, they ain't asking nothing nigga
R.I.P. to Lil' J.V., he used to play with gun triggers
Thick hoes, we f*ck those, then disappear right on they ass
Two-tone, black chrome, instill some fear into that man
He can't go where I go, we send a blitz up on that man
Really started from the floor, but headed for the ceiling fan
Writer: Jaden Smith
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