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Come find out what we all about
Fuck that shit that you're talkin' bout
Blood, blood, blood in yo' fuckin' mouth
Blood, blood, blood in yo' fuckin' mouth
Fuck that shit that you're talkin' bout
Come find out what we all about
Look, keep runnin' off that yo' mouth
Get you in yo' man's arm
I'm from the South, we do more dirt
Than an insect offin' an ant farm
But this ain't Nickelodeon
Just people that weed and opium
My team got work, we takin' ovary
Just like Napoleon
I'm drunk like Pops from Michelin
Better get Tyler's on Ritalin
I'm so rimmed out, I'm finna get this game
I pour hoes in like Fisherman
It's M -Town, A -Town
Get down, bitch, or lay down
You swear it was a earthquake
When you hear the way that tape sound
And the Bentley coupe, that shit plush
I hit the club like B -Sweat
Hoes run off at they dick suckers
And get fucked like trick sluts
I hit the game and took all the clout
When niggas did fake shit, I'd call them out
That shit you niggas rep
That's what we do, that's what we all about
I'm reppin' the dirt south
Hope you runnin' yo' fuckin' mouth
Come find out what we all about
Fuck that shit that you're talkin' bout
Blood, blood, blood in yo' fuckin' mouth
Blood, blood, blood in yo' fuckin' mouth
Fuck that shit that you're talkin' bout
Come find out what we all about
I'm reppin' the dirt south
Hope you runnin' yo' fuckin' mouth
Come find out what we all about
Fuck that shit that you're talkin' bout
Blood, blood, blood in yo' fuckin' mouth
Blood, blood, blood in yo' fuckin' mouth
Fuck that shit that you're talkin' bout
Come find out what we all about
run run run in your fucking mouth
run run run in your fucking mouth
f*ck that shit that you talking about
come find out what we all about
run run run in your fucking mouth
