Wale – Down South Lyrics ft. Yella Beezy, Maxo Kream

Wale Down South Lyrics

Hook 2x
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas


What’s the sense of it all?
Pimpin, powder, and pussy tryin to make pennies
See niggas lie on the stand guess hell ain’t harder than prison who knows
In the 90s a traffic stop get you tickets a joke
Now the find you a traffic stop get you riddled with holes
We be living too fast we be sipping it slow
One of my niggas was selling work now he selling out shows
I mean face it that’s growth pay attention take notes
You over 40 and moving work better be by the boat
Better be by the dock better not be by your home
Iff niggas really hurt you they gonna leave you alone
Cuz them peoples is coming
Where your loyalty youngin
When a rapper say free my nigga his lawyers get hungry
Now everybody wanna be a trap nigga cuz them rap trap niggas get paid
And don’t nobody want to be a trap trap nigga when them badge niggas got you on tap
Art imitating life now y’all just saying lies
Got these suburanites thinking y’all aint afraid to fight
Right in the mirror crying a little you shaking right
Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights
Down south slangin music with these hustlers
Keep it tru self and never sell out with these busters
I ain’t fin to tap dance I don’t give a fuck doh
Keep it tru to self and keep it cool nigga cut throat
Hook 4x
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas


I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the key
Cup full of Texas poured by the 3
Hoped out the porsche went and sold me a p
Smoke a pussy nigga like I rolled me a leaf (like a leaf niaag)
Or smoke put holes in his teeth
Boom bop pow put a hole in his cheek
Nigga talking tough but you a ho in these streets
Come a get nanni freak hoes in the sheets aye
Hustle like a muthafucka niggas serving scudda butter
Pussy niggas undercover and I aint studder motherfucka
Hit em with the blocka blocka
Quick to serve me a clocker
You border line dick suckas
Trying take pics suckas
Baby make your leg bend yellow bitch a red skin
In dc like a red skin come and give me head than
My youngin pop a lead in
Nigga swing your dred than
Oh you want to tussle we gonna see how niggas play it then

Hook 4x
Down south slangin
Rollin with these hustlers
Tryin to get rid a you hatas and you bustas


Down south slangin serving all these costumers
Like bill I keep these pills but keep a heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable
On the real you might get kilt don’t touch my chain cuz its untouchable
Big black knows my hip goin shoot that bitch aint cute but she still fuckable
Racks on racks move packs sell packs at school had packs like lunchables
Took gats on gats 4 5s and Macs we bust those straps so comfortable
100 chops no fun with her
On adderall but still functional
Still aired out at a functional
That Draco so dysfunctional
Used to be robber Igbo Naija boy
Go ask wale
Yellow bone on top give me sloppy top as I lay
Pull up on a op hit him with a chopper rocker as he lay
I spend some chips to get you kilt my crips gonna make you Frito lay
Bang we don’t really tussle
If I cant get that thang in then I’m not fin to go clubbing
Every since my bro got kilt I can’t trust shit I cant trust nothing
Cant even trust my crip cuz a crip killed Nippsey hussle

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