Verse 1: Uhh... Im Weezy F. bitch what it do. (what it do) I got that fuck a motha fucka attitude. (fuck you) I got a gun and a bitch. (I got two x2) I got a bitch and a gun. (I got two x2) Im the hottest in this bitch straight up. (straight up) I gotem on my back, like... wait up. (wait up) I aint finished with you hoes stay up. (stay up) Im at the top bitch, look way up. (way up) Niggas trippin bitches wishin theyll come down here (fuck me). Sick and tired of that city and she fiendn for country. I aint mad at cha girl she just feelin my gangsta. From the bottom of the map where the bricks get anchored. Where the dope is heavy. Where the hoes is fine. Where the hoes a getcha, if you niggas is blind. So, this is the time, you should listen to mine. Dont play wit it bitch, nigga this is tha South.
Chorus: Bitch Im from the South, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha a outsider, outside. And yall die, we all ride. And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha outside, outside, and yall die. We all ride. Ey pussy nigga you know you aint from the South.
Verse 2: Bitch. Check em off. Fresh. Dap it Don, tech the strap is on Brrrdddaattt! Your back is off. Yea, bag em up. Yea, bag em down. Yea, crack em up the new, crack in town. Its Weezy, say the baby, lotta pizzazz about me. Holly groove, seventeen, Belfast, Eagle Street. Chells mans illegal heat, Trells plants leave em sleep, trashcan no sheetsswell man. Hell has no furry but Im strapped so dont worry, when the weather starts to flurry, we adapt in a hurry. Less guts then glory man, upchuck the party man. Buck. Buck. Your Carter man Fuck. Fuck. Duck. Duck. They caught em. Get away smooth from the pig, just a cig, in a river with his wig, his liver in his feet. Down south Louisiana, 504, we dont loose.
Chorus: Bitch Im from the South, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha a outsider, outside. And yall die, we all ride. And when you see us we be leaning to the side, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha outside, outside, and yall die. We all ride. Ey pussy nigga you know you aint from the South.
Verse 3: Yeaah. Block burners. Ey, I spend a bin, wit my thirty-six waist saggin. No smiles, on some murder shit straight clappin. Waste bag ya niggas. And what makes matters worse, they rattin niggas, that put ya motha fuckin face in tha dirt. Kiss the snails boy. Close the box, drill the nails boy. Ya wont bite, youre a just a will. You are just a witness when the shit for real. You are, not real, your mo bitch then your girl. Get her down south and put some dick in her world. I got diamonds in my mouth. I got diamonds on my neck. Gotta bad suckin women and Im bout to wipe dat. Vizzile tizzle tourists... come down and we gon loose ya. Have a motha fucka thinking dat they in Aruba. Max and Rugers, shootin to kill you. Your music dont reach down here. We dont feel you!
Chorus: Bitch Im from the South, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha a outsider, outside. And yall die, we all ride. And when you see us we be leaning to the
side, the south side, we all ride. And when we catcha outside, outside, and yall die. We all ride. Ey pussy nigga you know you aint from the South.