Down South Hustlaz

[Intro: Young Dolph]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy
Ayy, we in Houston with this shit right now, man (Uh-huh)
Ayy, Paul
Paul Wall, what it (It's Dolph)— I need some rubber bands, bruh
Ayy, break that money bag out, Paul, what's up, bruh?

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
All my bitches say I'm dirty than a motherfucker (Uh-huh)
Pineapple Fanta and it's dirty than a motherfucker (Mud)
Shout out to Bun, I'm ridin' dirty than a motherfucker (Ayy, ayy)
A half a mil' in all twenties, it got blood on it
Presidential day-date and it's flooded, homie (Ayy)
I just left the car lot and spent another check (Skrrt)
Hundred-band profit and I didn't break a sweat (Woah)
I dozed off on that drank and almost had another wreck (Goddamn)
My lil' bitch stay mad at me 'cause I don't get no rest (Ayy, ayy)
I'm always out here chasin' money, so she get no sex (What?)
I'm in that drop-top bangin' Screw and burnin' rubber, nigga (Uh-huh)
I'm down in Houston on that boss shit like Thugga, nigga (Yeah)
Got everything on my own, so I'm like fuck a nigga
Worldwide, 'cross the county, stackin' Ruffles, nigga (Paper Route Empire)

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
She a good girl, but lil' mama bad, though (Uh-huh)
She got a small waist with a fat ass, though (Woo)
Thirty pints of Hi-Tech, they came in the glass, though (Ayy, ayy)
Still boomin' bales of strong out the back door, yup

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
I got G's out in Memphis that'll kill for me (That'll kill for me)
And everywhere I go, the hood still love me (Thugga)
'Cause Thugga is a hustler, Thugga is a boss (Huh)
Thugga made it through them droughts on that nasty North (You see me)
Me and Paul still tippin', sippin' with that Dolph
Got 'em ridin' red fours, breakin' boys off (Hah)
Kottonmouth kush blunts back to back (Back to back)
Nowadays, ridin' Rolls, but still keep a clean 'Lac (Yeah)
Thank God every day, I ain't gotta sell packs (Thank God)
I ain't tryna see the feds, I like my bed where it's at (Hah)
Countin' these stacks like I'm gettin' platinum plaques
Livin' that boss life, breakin' hoes like the mack (Thugga)

[Chorus: Young Dolph & Paul Wall]
She a good girl, but lil' mama bad, though (Uh-huh)
She got a small waist with a fat ass, though (Woo)
Thirty pints of Hi-Tech, they came in the glass, though (Ayy, ayy, pour it up)
Still boomin' bales of strong out the back door (Slab God, Paul Wall), yup

[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
No nuts mean no money (No money)
No money, you must be a dummy (Be a dummy)
No dummy, that's a fifth wheel (Fifth wheel)
It's only March, but this my fifth grill (Fifth grill)
Packin' the steel, chasin' the mil'
Workin' the wheel, yeah, I'm the man (Man)
Make me a ticket and fuck it all off
I'm codeine and bronze and kush 'cause I can (Can)
Chain with the charm cost seventy grand (Grand)
Trunk with the bang, it sound like a band (Band)
Whenever I pass, heads turn like a fan (Fan)
Pardon your girl, I know she a fan (I know she a fan)
On lean with a Xan' (On lean with a Xan')
Backwood packed with three to four grams (Three to four grams)
Thumbin' through money
Got codeine sweatin' out all of my glands (All of my glands)
Oil change, this new drank just ain't the same (Nah)
Scopin' out boppers long range
But not for profit, they chasin' fame

[Chorus: Young Dolph]
She a good girl, but lil' mama bad, though (Uh-huh)
She got a small waist with a fat ass, though (Woo)
Thirty pints of Hi-Tech, they came in the glass, though (Ayy, ayy)
Still boomin' bales of strong out the back door, yup (16 Zips)