DIRTY SOUTH

[hook]
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip

[verse]
Keep talking shit and you boutta get hit
Twin colts on me and i’m boutta make it rip
Blunt in his mouth, called that double getting lit
Smoke from the gun and the strain on his lips
Puddle on the pavement from his blood imma dip
Ran from the feds and the opps like a hit
Dumb white bitch horror movie when she trip
Psilocybin dreams little bitch get a grip
Broke ass bitch in his room eating grits
Stab him in the throat then i dangle a medkit
Came up out the mud yeah we came from the pits
How i’m better rapping whеn i’m aiming for a pitch?
We on crunch time like travis
Fuck a goth bitch namе was mavis
Imma prick so dat bitch call me cactus
Break her heart imma leave dat bitch to patch it
On my dirty south shit issa habit
ATL in this bitch like the jacket
If a faggot want smoke he can catch it
If a bitch want dick she can grab it

[hook]
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip
Two .45’s on my mother fucking hip