Down South Lyrics – Trap Dickey, Key Glock

Read the full Down South lyrics by Trap Dickey and Key Glock along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Trap Dickey's music, you can also explore I Go, another song by Trap Dickey.

[Intro]
(Imixnation, for real) trap

[Verse 1 – Trap D!ckey]
Down south n!gga gettin′ money and you know that (Boom)
Project baby, taking pictures like i′m kodak (Trap)
In the trap house with the guys where your ho at
Treat her like a memory, nickname throwback (Boom)
Repping on a hood that you know you can't go back (Boom)
N!ggas start singing with a mask like 4batz (Trap)
That side, I be where the bloods and the locs at (Gang)
Westside, I be where the cows and the folks at (Boom)
Quote that, n!ggas really actin′ like them on that
B**ch, I'm from the ville, n!ggas steal rims with no jack (Trap)
N!ggas shooting hollows like they really know jack
Crosstracks, lincoln ave, n!ggas throwing fours at (Gang)
Throw a touchdown or hand it off like a quarterback
200 on a fresh load, you can order that
Man with a tote bag, n!gga, that's a fanny pack
Bad b**ch, a hunnid racks, n!gga, you can't handle that (Trap)

[Chorus]
Left foot, right foot, n!gga, how you want that? (Boom)
Crosstracks my hood, n!gga, how you talk that? (Trap)
Light skin bad b**ch, fat a*s, pop that
N!ggas hatin′ on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (Boom)
Left foot, right foot, n!gga, how you want that? (Trap)
Crosstracks my hood, n!gga, how you talk that? (Gang)
Light skin bad b**ch, fat a*s, pop that (Phew)
N!ggas hating on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (Uh, boom)

[Verse 2 – Key Glock]
Two-door double-r (Skrrt), s*it, I had to cop that, yeah
The top drop back just like cam ward, yeah
Brodie on that bulls*it like him from illinois, yeah
Pockets full of dead guys, this s*it look like the morgue, yeah
This s*it on the floor, n!gga, I'm up (Up)
You know they call me glock, get a bang for your buck (Fah)
And I ain't finna squabble, I'll light your a*s up (Baow)
N!gga say they getting money, but it can't be much (Nah, the f**k?)
No matter what, I keep it on me (Ha)
Brodie put s*it to sleep, melatonin (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The real deal holyfield, n!ggas phony, yeah
If I'm in the driver's seat, then I own it (What? glizzock)

[Chorus]
Left foot, right foot, n!gga, how you want that? (Boom)
Crosstracks my hood, n!gga, how you talk that? (Trap)
Light skin bad b**ch, fat a*s, pop that
N!ggas hating on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (Boom)
Left foot, right foot, n!gga, how you want that? (Trap)
Crosstracks my hood, n!gga, how you talk that? (Gang)
Light skin bad b**ch, fat a*s, pop that
N!ggas hatin′ on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (Boom)