Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
If you come around here flexing, then you better watch your back
Got my homies in the whip, and we gon' pull up on your ass
Don't get up in our faces acting like you want a fight
'Cause I promise we gon' give you something that you ain't gon' like
There's a couple things that you don't do in the south land
One of them is come up and start running your mouth, man
You better pray to God, yeah, you better get right
'Cause if you say the wrong shit, then it's gon' be your life
Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Johnny's best friend Ronnie, he stays strapped up with a nine
And his Bonnie gripping Tommy, got that 12 gauge on her side
I be in the front, beer bottle as a knife
And Ryan right behind me with a pocket full of shine
This ain't yankee country, we got shooters down here
We like to shoot our guns after drinking lots of beer
So, if you ain't down to scrap with a bunch of rednecks
Then, you should turn around and get the f*ck up out the sticks
Everybody gangsta 'til we pull up in the whip
Got that cross around our neck and got that pistol on our hip
When we pull up to the scene, nah, we better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Everybody gangsta 'til we pull up in the whip
Got that cross around our neck and got that pistol on our hip
When we pull up to the scene, nah, we better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
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Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
If you come around here flexing, then you better watch your back
Got my homies in the whip, and we gon' pull up on your ass
Don't get up in our faces acting like you want a fight
'Cause I promise we gon' give you something that you ain't gon' like
There's a couple things that you don't do in the south land
One of them is come up and start running your mouth, man
You better pray to God, yeah, you better get right
'Cause if you say the wrong shit, then it's gon' be your life
Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Johnny's best friend Ronnie, he stays strapped up with a nine
And his Bonnie gripping Tommy, got that 12 gauge on her side
I be in the front, beer bottle as a knife
And Ryan right behind me with a pocket full of shine
This ain't yankee country, we got shooters down here
We like to shoot our guns after drinking lots of beer
So, if you ain't down to scrap with a bunch of rednecks
Then, you should turn around and get the f*ck up out the sticks
Everybody gangsta 'til we pull up in the whip
Got that cross around our neck and got that pistol on our hip
When we pull up to the scene, nah, we better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Everybody gangsta 'til we pull up in the whip
Got that cross around our neck and got that pistol on our hip
When we pull up to the scene, nah, we better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
If you come around here flexing, then you better watch your back
Got my homies in the whip, and we gon' pull up on your ass
Don't get up in our faces acting like you want a fight
'Cause I promise we gon' give you something that you ain't gon' like
There's a couple things that you don't do in the south land
One of them is come up and start running your mouth, man
You better pray to God, yeah, you better get right
'Cause if you say the wrong shit, then it's gon' be your life
Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Everybody gangsta 'til I pull up in the whip
Got that cross around my neck and got that pistol on my hip
When I pull up to the scene, nah, I better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Johnny's best friend Ronnie, he stays strapped up with a nine
And his Bonnie gripping Tommy, got that 12 gauge on her side
I be in the front, beer bottle as a knife
And Ryan right behind me with a pocket full of shine
This ain't yankee country, we got shooters down here
We like to shoot our guns after drinking lots of beer
So, if you ain't down to scrap with a bunch of rednecks
Then, you should turn around and get the f*ck up out the sticks
Everybody gangsta 'til we pull up in the whip
Got that cross around our neck and got that pistol on our hip
When we pull up to the scene, nah, we better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Everybody gangsta 'til we pull up in the whip
Got that cross around our neck and got that pistol on our hip
When we pull up to the scene, nah, we better not here no lip
'Cause you gon' learn real quick that mama didn't raise no bitch
Writer: JUSTIN EARL JAMES
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm
Copyright: Lyrics © ONErpm