Gucci Mane - From Da South lyrics

[Intro] (BandPlay) Uh [Chorus] (Woah) Plain jane, Cartiers for the bifocals (Bifocals) I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (Make it flood up the score) Hellcat fat, I don't blow it back no more (I don't blow it back no more) You can tell I'm gettin' money, I ain't even gotta show (I ain't even gotta show) fu*k the plug, need the core, that's the ni**a, that grower (The ni**a, that grower) Fallin' every recordin' (Woah), guaranteed I won't blow up (Can't go) Can't sleep, forty whips (Woah), guaranteed they came to it Nah, uh-uh (No) Long way from the hood, now a ni**a on tour (On tour) Thug life, but I can't go out like Shakur (Like Shakur) Try to catch me at the light, ni**a know we ain't goin' (Know we ain't goin') Big way before the rap, I was already blowin' (I was already blowin') Hit the BandPlay choppin', knockin', snatchin' every drum (Rich drums) Young rich ni**a from the South puttin' on (Puttin' on) Now I get paid just to get up on a song (Get up on a song, let's go) [Verse 1] Love sippin' codeine, can't leave the VLONE (Can't leave the VLONE) When the hood genie, these ni**as be clones (These ni**as be clones) Shinin' all the way, ni**a, better hold on (Better hold on) Can't change nothin', but this a million dollar phone (Million dollar phone) You a rat and a b*tch, we would never get along (We would never get along) I won't let him get a break (Woah), had him layin' in his home (Woah) ni**a don't want smoke, he put my name in a song (My name in a song) 'Caine just hit and it's already gone (Already gone) Bad b*tch layin', I'ma be in that, her throat (I'ma be in that, her throat) Slam dunk a ho like my first name Stone (First name Stone) Get the whole ones now I'm livin' in Quan (Livin' in Quan) Pop a Perc' with a Addy, now I'm in my own zone (In my own zone) Pull up, pick a halftime, got a ni**a stoned (Got a ni**a stoned) b*tches love a ni**a like I'm who? Mike Jones (Who? Mike Jones) Might a ni**a stepped, b*tch, I'm big Frozone (Big Frozone, let's go) [Chorus] (Woah) Plain jane, Cartiers for the bifocals (Bifocals) I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (Make it flood up the score) Hellcat fat, I don't blow it back no more (I don't blow it back no more) You can tell I'm gettin' money, I ain't even gotta show (I ain't even gotta show) fu*k the plug, need the core, that's the ni**a, that grower (The ni**a, that grower) Fallin' every recordin' (Woah), guaranteed I won't blow up (Can't go) Can't sleep, forty whips (Woah), guaranteed they came to it Nah, uh-uh (No) Long way from the hood, now a ni**a on tour (On tour) Thug life, but I can't go out like Shakur (Like Shakur) Try to catch me at the light, ni**a know we ain't goin' (Know we ain't goin') Big way before the rap, I was already blowin' (I was already blowin') Hit the BandPlay choppin', knockin', snatchin' every drum (Rich drums) Young rich ni**a from the South puttin' on (Puttin' on) Now I get paid just to get up on a song (Get up on a song, let's go) [Verse 2] Kept playin' with a b*tch, now they say that I'm wrong (Say that I'm wrong) New opp pack, yeah, the older hit strong (Yeah, the older hit strong) It's VLONE my back, still rockin' VLONE (Still rockin' VLONE) Tell 'em when you talk to me, better watch your tone (ni**a, better watch your tone) Catch a ni**a down bad, leave his face in his phone (Leave his face in a phone) Yeah, I hear him talkin', but I'm still on Better get some money, get it broke, sendin' one no more (No) And I'm in the hood when I'm back home (Woah) Post on the block with a deuce and a styrofoam (Styrofoam) I don't like to talk and my money long (Woah) Grippin' on the wood on the 'Cat like a microphone (Like a microphone) In the trap like my name Corleone (Woah) Hundred bags in, we gon' get 'em in and get 'em gone (And get 'em gone) Hit the club tatted with my chains on (Woah) Standin' on the couch, throwin' money all night long (All night long) You know what I'm on [Chorus] (Woah) Plain jane, Cartiers for the bifocals (Bifocals) I can let it rain, make it flood up the score (Make it flood up the score) Hellcat fat, I don't blow it back no more (I don't blow it back no more) You can tell I'm gettin' money, I ain't even gotta show (I ain't even gotta show) fu*k the plug, need the core, that's the ni**a, that grower (The ni**a, that grower) Fallin' every recordin' (Woah), guaranteed I won't blow up (Can't go) Can't sleep, forty whips (Woah), guaranteed they came to it Nah, uh-uh (No) Long way from the hood, now a ni**a on tour (On tour) Thug life, but I can't go out like Shakur (Like Shakur) Try to catch me at the light, ni**a know we ain't goin' (Know we ain't goin') Big way before the rap, I was already blowin' (I was already blowin') Hit the BandPlay choppin', knockin', snatchin' every drum (Rich drums) Young rich ni**a from the South puttin' on (Puttin' on) Now I get paid just to get up on a song (Get up on a song)