Southern Smoke (225 Business)

[Intro: Boosie Badazz]
Yeah, bow
Yeah, bow
Yeah, bow, bow
Yeah, bow
Yeah, bow
Yeah, bow, bow, bow

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
This that fucking southern smoke, bow
Southern smoke, bow
Better get your southern smoke
This that fucking southern smoke, bow
Southern smoke, bow-bow-bow
These niggas don’t want smoke, this that fucking southern smoke (This that smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
These niggas don’t want smoke, this that fucking southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Better gеt your southern smoke, this that fucking southern smokе (Boosie Badazz)

[Verse 1: Boosie Badazz]
I’m first to smoke this bitch up, like cigarettes in parking lots
Ain’t nothin’ changed about me, I still a hit you with this .40 Glock
Carbon with the .30, this bitch wipe you like the sandman
Pistol with a silencer, I kill you while the band playing
Jambalay’ crawfish, Mardi Gras seats, and raw tits
Money showing, taking off pictures, Louisiana niggas
Finesse his ass, get to the cash, talking Atlanta niggas
Rob his ass, kill em on sight, talking Savannah niggas
Them Florida jits, fuck wit’ my shit, I rock with Tampa niggas
We’on rap beef at all, like yall, we come and stamp a nigga
Hustle, summer, winter, spring and fall, that’s why the bag different
I represent for niggas getting money, who ain’t ask shit

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
Southern smoke, bow
Southern Smoke, bow
Better get your southern smoke
This that fucking southern smoke, bow
Southern smoke, bow-bow-bow
These niggas don’t want smoke, this that fucking southern smoke (This that smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
These niggas don’t want smoke, this that fucking southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Better get your southern smoke, this that fucking southern smoke

[Bridge: Boosie Badazz & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Breaking out in pieces, have you tryna put yourself together
Breaking out in pieces, have you tryna put yourself together (Bow-bow-bow)
Breaking out in pieces, breaking out in pieces (bow, bow)
Bitch I’m breaking out in pieces, have you tryna put yourself together (Bitch, ass nigga)

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Ever met a nigga, bring that pressure, to him, and his mama
We go back to back, to many straps, we strictly ‘bout that drama
Nigga, what you hollerin’? Play with me, this shit get violent
B-B-G, fresh out that bottom, brand new stick I bought out Scotland
Introduce, a bitch, to Southern Smoke (Believe that, straight cancer)
We gone let it blow, shoot five, and hit that bitch with four
Stretch everybody, on the porch (Come here)
These niggas, pussy, so ion make these types of songs, no more
Play dumb, I let these bitches know
That this that fucking Southern Smoke (Bow-bow, bitch)

[Chorus: Boosie Badazz]
This that fucking southern smoke, bow
Southern smoke, bow
Better get your southern smoke
This that fucking southern smoke, bow
Southern smoke, bow-bow-bow
These niggas don’t want smoke, this that fucking southern smoke (This that smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
These niggas don’t want smoke, this that fucking southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Better get your southern smoke, this that fucking southern smoke (Boosie Badazz)