Wacko - Down South Posted lyrics

[Hook 2x Juvenile] Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures Know how to treat these b**hes and how to handle these n***as Don't paly with us lil daddy becuase we'll have you in stiches It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches [Verse 1: Juvenile] I pledge alegiance with the four nickle you n***as know pickle co*k the pistol point my issue at you and whoadie who with you Your body ain't nothing but greasle I can see threw the tissue They gone think you was in gymnastics how this chopper gone flip you I might have to crash the party if n***as gets me started Better watch this big Glock forty because this b**h gets retarted f** with me shorty I can teach you how to be flawless NOPD want to see me up in court with them lawyers Hating planting them charges take a n***a reguardless f** them and duck them though tell them they s** on a hard dick When we was wilding in the nolia they was calling us babies I guess the same sh** went on in the eighties they still crazy I'm with it too kind of sneaky know how to get at you Not trying to have momma crying and miserable I already know what guns can do I done seen some of the worst n***as get blown in two Come on [Hook 2x Juvenile and Skip] Ay yo we down south posted and we counting our figures (Skip says: Ha) Know how to treat these b**hes and how to handle these n***as Don't play with us lil daddy because we will have you in stiches (Skip says: Pow) It's UTP right here and we about getting our riches [Verse 2: Skip] Yeah she say she love me (yeah) everytime she f** me (yeah) But then she saying f** me (f** me) evertime we fussing Skip I'm sick of hustling (sick) boy you just disgusting Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah b**h don't you tell me nothing All you know is dollars (dollars) dulche and cabona (ha) Gucci fendi chanel manolo prada all you are is problems I can't help you solve so when you think just think nah don't invole him (what) Hang up when you calling (nah) caller id all of them If it's no number I don't answer ain't no sense in calling b**h I'm back to balling like I fell off Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all What I can tell y'all except s** dick and swallow Yeah you look good but can you walk like a model b**h I pop collars (bling) and I clock dollars So watch and watch and watch for the shots (pow) [Hook 2x Juvenile] [Verse 3: Wacko] Man look at bo over there wilding cursing b**hes (b**h, ho) smoking joes nah Got two open charges n***as talking around dro Sarge and them so smart they spin the bend in regular clothes nah But whoadie and them so smart before they spin lil one close shop Slim just got popped for a doja grind and a weed pipe Guest they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes f** that we got bond money n***a we tight UTP six court cut throat n***a we right Tyring to get you n***as to understand it's a new day New j**els, new shoes, new tools, new pay, new trips, new clips, new whips, new kay A million for my great grandchildren until my due date The you straight I'm just trying to make sure you straight Keep them nappy head b**hes out your face cousin and move weight Every n***a working with something dick they do take Don't you fall off behind a fat a** and a cute face (stupid) [Hook 2x Juvenile]