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Once again up in that south from my motherf**king mouthand creeping up on y'all n***as like a motherf**king mouse

Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens

And s**tting on you busters like

I ate some bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks always making those hits

We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks

N***a bozs' bout to turn out the show

Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming

GA hoeFlipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round

It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line

Ain't no love for haters smoking doug's potatoes

All these n***as what they made us from dem' boz and craters

While lame done dipped out we gained the flip flop

Underground where we dwell the hell with hip hop

Southside just reckless from

GA to Texas

And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus

But it seem like the bigger

I be mo' figures

I seeThe mo' hating n***as try me

Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me

Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me

From a place called

T town be down in the south

Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth

And dump dump if ya' jump jump

The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pumpthrough yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like

BeakerAll the people out there hype as hell

I guess it

Lil' Peter

From T town to

Atlanta all the way to

Savannah to

AlabamaI be d**n a club ain't crunk in this manner

I can't stand a weak buster

For all the freaks hustla's to the clothes

I can't afford bigger how ya' figga'that you gone stop me from stacking six figures

Now you hating on me because my game so tight

And could you be mad because

I f**ked ya' wife

Well it's true that's the price n***a check that h*e

I'm from the

ATL player wear that reckland ro'

So stop talking all that s**t and trying to buck

I'm popping off at the mouth we get cha' f**ked up now what's up

Now ladies are you tired of trick b***hes in yo' mix

Acting like they want to lick on yo' s**t

Critizing everything that you doand telling ya' who and who not to screw

Nasty h*es that ain't clean and s**t

They go around sucking on every d**e boys d**k

Now is these h*es really yo' friend or yo' foes

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall

And everybody trying to ball coz sizing all

Ain't nothing but love in the air we geeing and macking

Some haters off in there but at least they ain't macking

You got cha' cup filled up ya' n***as is crunk

Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from

I'm from the

GA baby where freaks is shady

Man it can be so crazy so we burn trees daily

When the beat a drop everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' h*es

And proceed to rock from the front to the backwith the blunts and gats on the hunt for some cat or a fat a*s sack

Tear da' roof off the club show you n***as some loveand fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs

Now right now

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