Back To the South

[Verse]
It's a million-dollar phone, know we really get it in
And we just met up last week, tryna throw us where we spin
In Miami on the beach, she tryna do me on the sand
In the club, got them racks on me, nigga throwin' it underhand
Put Doe on the flyer, all the trap niggas poppin' out
Tryna place an order, nigga, we at the other, other house
Pull up, double-R, stars in the ceilin'
I can't wait for summertime, gettin' to it, really been chillin'
Walk around, hear the chain danglin' everywhere
LV trainers, damn near got every pair
I don't need no help puttin it on, I know what to wear
I just stashed another hundred, ain't 'bout money, nigga, I don't care
I just signed the deal, still posted in the trap house
Hundred 'bows in, nigga, hundred 'bows out
Nobu on the beach, back in South Dallas
Everywhere I go 'round the world gotta rep Dallas
I ain't ever seen a thousand 'bows, I make them disappear
Niggas mad, hatin', signed the deal, left them in the rear
Niggas mad, broke, call Doe, nigga, I got the cure
Lookin' for them 'bows, drivin' through the mountains, almost hit a deer
Stuntin' like a nigga plugged in with the Chinese
Cash on deck, money stacked up to God's knee
No cap, 100K to the good before my ID
I ain't lookin' for no club, way I pop it, they gon' find me
Ol' dude, nigga, I'm a Wilson on the boulevard
This a fourteen-month, nigga act like this shit hard
I don't wanna hit you niggas blunts, know you smokin' backyard
Me and Mack in the Urus, hundred thousand in the Goyard
Hundred for the stacks, for the whip, bought it 'fore I popped
Tired of niggas inquirin' 'bout the price but don't never shop
Do what came with it, do your time, nigga, don't turn into a cop
Broke nigga favorite thing to say, "Fuck the opps"
Way before this rap shit, real trap nigga
Did my background check on you, say you cap, nigga
Workin' three different lines, really know them raps, nigga
I just left North Park, I'm headed back to the South, nigga
Every time we pop out, it's a movie
Can't be touchin' anything, gotta stay exclusive
Can't be touchin' anything, really bougie
Thumbin' through them hundreds while I'm rubbin' on her coochie
White tee, Nike Tech, she love a trap nigga
Every bitch I ever cut off, tryna double back, nigga
Twenty pictures in Amiris, add it up, that's twenty racks, nigga
Dancin' in the booth, ask the streets, it's all facts, nigga
When I took a clip, I ain't ask no niggas turn me up
Louie tag came after ten thousand, I don't give a fuck
Kissin' on that bitch in her mouth, you know she a slut
Every time sell a box, gotta slap her on the butt

[Outro]
Youngest Boss, nigga