down south pt.2 - roland jones lyrics
i’m a down south diamond mouth, glock line toad
it’s a homicide gang, my young n*ggas in the cold
it’s a homicide gang, yeah my young n*ggas be smokin’
and they call me glock, i keep it glock but you should know this
i be rappin’ the beach, i got some dough
i hop up in my ford, it don’t matter which one they notice
it got 30 in my cubby, and though i be on some solos
my auntie see my jesus picture, she say godd*mn holy sh*t
she hit like holy sh*t, i’m shootin’ sh*t, you know i will
gangnam tryna overk!ll, and the opps they know we here
our chain cost a quarter mil, plus a 60, that’s for real
b*tch, i’m signed to the feeler, yeah, i steal like san fidel
percocets, no vaynerchuk, been gettin’ money still, yo
every time you see me, i got two cups, they like you steal, yo
every time you see me, i got it too, n*gga, i steal, yo
pull this mothaf*cka, i’m not a mirror, james is pullin’ tricks
yeah, shoot a n*gga like mike
i jump up off the porch before i jump up on the mic
yeah, b*tch, you’re just too busy, i be rappin’ my real life
i’m ruthless just like eazy, i ain’t goin’ without a fight
ayy, n*gga, i’m a down south diamond mountain glock
now i’m a side gang, my young n*ggas in the cold, yo
i’m a side gang, yeah, my young n*ggas be smokin’ sh*t
and they call me glock, i keep it gloppin’, you should know this sh*t
hold up, lil’ b*tch, i got me some more dough
cash rules everything around me like i grow this sh*t
i just hold up a four*wheeler, you sittin’ on a floatin’ sh*t
n*ggas act like b*tches, bout these b*tches, but you know this sh*t
in the east coast with my bleakie, never leave, wait at my stand
n*ggas rest, yeah, they be meekie, me, myself, and now the three
when i shoot this chopper, they like this n*gga, it’s accurate
when i shoot this chopper, they like this n*gga, it’s talented
money talkin’ to my eggs like i told you
yeah, my heart cold, but my wrist might be cold
i just got the drop, i told the officer i’m comin’ over
i just got the drop, i told the officer i’m comin’ over
i’ma dance out, diamond mouth, glock in the head, toe up
it’s the homicide gang, my young n*ggas n*ggas in the coat
homicide gang, yeah, my young n*ggas be smokin’ sh*t
and they call me glock, i keep it gloppin’, you should know this sh*t
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