Drumma Boy - Southern Smoke lyrics

[Intro] (Southern Smoke) I go by the name Drumma Boy (You better light this thang up n***a) A.k.a. D-boy Fresh (Eastside Jody, Southern Smoke) Ayyyeee Booyyyy (Ooooooooo sh**) [Hook: Drumma Boy] Nothing but Ethanol, nothing but hot flame Ki-k** a n***a with this heat, call it insane Nothing but crack here, nothing but straight bang Got this sh** on fire, now watch me make it rain This that southern smoke (smoke) This-this that southern smoke (smoke, ayyee boyy) This that southern smoke Now watch me make it rain (ayyee) This that southern smoke (smoke) This-this that southern smoke (smoke, ayyyeeee boyy) This that southern smoke Now DJ make it bang (ayyee) [Verse 1: Drumma Boy] Now DJ make it bang, turn it up in here About to show you how we flex, hustlers off the year Drumma Squad Camp Get It - DSCGI Be like us M47, b**h I'm born to fly Roll up and bang your whole click, dri-dri-drive by Got your b**h exchanging numbers when I slide by Blow your p**y like a speaker call it no good Bang that p**y nice, bang that p**y good If this a bang contest, then announce me winner Bang with my gang from summer to the winter Just like the 80's baby, drop it straight crack b**h I'm a 80's baby, real n***as back [Hook: Drumma Boy] [Verse 2: Alley Boy] Ooooh n***a this that southern smoke Right before that gun smoke Hola [?] pray them n***as who selling dough Greedy n***as gotta have it With the automatic clip long I'm a own man made, made my own lane n***a watch the throne Duct tape 500 strongs, you can talk sh** but it won't be long The feds watching, n***a f** a phone, shots to your dome Alley Boy game lord, all my n***as they repping [?] All my n***as in Memphis and Temple, Florida they going hard Alley Boy and Drumma Boy, it's f** your mama boy Broomsticks in your a**, better use a rubber boy n***a I'm that southern flame, leave never southern smoke Duct tape the mob and Drum Qquad we at your throat [Hook: Drumma Boy] [Verse 3: Eastside Jody] This-this that southern smoke I'm cooking up that southern dough If selling d** is a religon, I'm the southern pope Nothing but weed and coke, for me that's how the money comes A lot of n***as with me, and we got a lot of guns This ain't no game, this ain't no joke, we down to die about it You say you really live that life, be down to die about it They say you gotta sacrifice, but that dont go for us Because we gon start shooting at you if you f** with us (BA BA BA BA BA) Kush-Kush-Kush come from California but I'm southern smoking My wrist hurt from counting money, I need a Ibuprofen I get big money, but I f**s with DJ Smallz Fish scale shawty, in the hood they call me Jones [Hook: Drumma Boy]