Ktoven - Players in The South lyrics

[Intro] n***a, n***a Ya n***a [Verse 1] Ima go get teardrops tatted, cause a n***a been k**ing sh** Leave a n***a slumped in his living room on some k**er sh** Hit the blunt so swiftly Walking with a limp like Mr. Bigsby Getting busy, I ain't got no job Damn Tommy, how you working hard? Don't make me pull yo card, like a magic trick I don't doubt a b**h I just hop in my whip lay on the gas and shift The whole fashion sh** Yo sh** sound like sushi, it's an acquired taste I brought my n***a Tigga with me, just so y'all could Feel the ba** I remember hitting licks in the 10th grade, Me and Big Quade And we hustled when it's lunch time Nowadays i'm in the school dropping hits Like it's buckets in the forth and it's muh'f**in crunch time Might wanna think two times before you drop that weak sh**, you just might get bodied This a coke flow got from(..) George bet it weigh 190 I live where bullsh** can't find me You that n***a ain't nobody know the rest That's a surprise with that sh** you been makin' Anybody on d** could've made that Where my paper at boy this is payback Read a paperback book on my b**h a** (..) Dropping some music her booty so soft It feel therapeutic or therapeutic I'm not gonna repeat it You probably won't see it The boys see the man and the boys wanna be him Be like your Pops I'm not no role model... That bag in your trunks keep my weed at the bottom Stay rollin' up like a sleeve keep on fallin' Runnin' pick ups cause we keep on ballin' like Jordan and Spalding, Johnson and Wallace Your b**h so slow she tried to put a foodstamp on an envelope I'm a king if you didn't know I'm at Grady's house sittin' on the porch eating cantaloupe The b**hes call me Daddy-O Uh, oh yea son everything closer than a muthaf**a Getting ready for tour, Michael Blackson I'm about to go postal in this muthaf**a I sold my first gram in the park after dark Right across the riverfront it was on the front f**in' with Rico until he got jammed and the whole operation started closing up We got n***as out here that'll steal your goals and well.. Take your clothes and share 'em If its a man, don't fear him He your equal no need to compare him, TUT X3 Uh, yea n***a, n***a Yea thats right [Hook x2] Uh, Players in the South stack cheese Grippin' tight, flippin' white With that candy on the gold D's Mixin' up the sprite I need a lighter for this OG Rest in peace to Pimp C, Lil' Snupe and Piny holey moley! Cuz them players in the South stack cheese Grippin' tight, flippin' white With that candy on the gold D's Mixin' up the sprite I need a lighter for this OG Rest in peace to Pimp C, Lil' Snupe and Dough B