Dirty South Video (MV)

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