Back To The South (Remix) Lyrics – Zillionaire Doe, Yo Gotti

Read the full Back To The South (Remix) lyrics by Zillionaire Doe and Yo Gotti along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro]
(Ry)

[Verse 1: Zillionaire Doe]
This a million-dollar phone, know we really get it in
We just met up last week, tryna throw us where we spin
In Miami on the beach, she tryna do me on the sand
In the club, got them racks on me, n!gga throwing it underhand
Put Doe on the flyer, all the trap n!ggas popping out
Tryna place an order, n!gga, we at the other, other house
Pulling up double-R, stars in the ceiling
I can’t wait for summertime, getting to it, really been chilling

Walk around, hear the chain dangling everywhere
LV trainers, damn near got every pair
I don’t need no help putting it on, I know what to wear
I just stashed another hundred, ain’t ’bout money, n!gga, I don’t care
I just signed the deal, still posted in the trap house
Hundred ‘bows in, n!gga, hundred ‘bows out
Nobu on the beach, back in South Dallas
Everywhere I go ’round the world gotta rep Dallas
I ain’t ever seen a thousand ‘bows, I make them disappear
N!ggas mad, hating, signed the deal, left them in the rear
N!ggas mad, broke, call Doe, n!gga, I got the cure
Looking for them ‘bows, driving through the mountains, almost hit a deer
Stunting like a n!gga plugged in with the Chinese
Cash on deck, money stacked up to God’s knee
No cap, 100K to the good before my ID
I ain’t looking for no club, way I pop it, they gon’ find me
Ol’ dude, n!gga, I’m a Wilson on the boulevard
Mr. Fourteen Months, n!gga act like this s*it hard
I don’t wanna hit you n!ggas blunts, know you smoking backyard
Me and Mack in the Urus, hundred thousand in the Goyard
Hundred for the stacks, for the whip, bought it ‘fore I popped
Tired of n!ggas inquiring ’bout the price but don’t never shop
Do what came with it, do your time, n!gga, don’t turn into a cop
Broke n!gga favorite thing to say, “Fu*k the opps”

[Chorus: Zillionaire Doe & Yo Gotti]
Way before this rap s*it, real trap n!gga (Frrt)
Did my background check on you, say you cap, n!gga (Cap)
Working three different lines, really know them routes, n!gga (Yeah, yeah)
I just left North Park, I’m headed back to the South, n!gga, yeah

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
This a billion dollar phone, thirty million dollar home (Frrt)
Quarter million dollar whip, two carats and a stone
Breaking news, he back single, hoes won’t leave a n!gga alone (Ha)
I been buying Birkins like they Gucci’s, am I wrong? (Am I wrong?)
Put a ‘bow on that b!tch and let her pop (Let her pop out)
Cop a plea on your dog that’s a copout (You a rat)
N!gga, if you don’t get the picture, you get cropped out (Cropped out)
Tuesday and Thursday to Narcs out, it’s hot out (Whack)
They thought I retired (I retired), oh, I lied (Shh)
Oh, they thought I went down on a— shh, I survived (I survived)
That boy took the stand and made a statement, he one of mine? (Not one of mine)
Forever love shawty, yeah, she one of a kind (She the one)
New spider, SF90 that’s a million (That’s a million)
Giving millions worth of game, getting my Gillie on
Eating pasta at carbone with a semi on
Handling nine figure business on a flip phone (Hello?)
Trappers, I’m a Hall of Famer (I am)
I got Secret Service Security, I still got the banger (Shh, pew, pew)
Had to bulletproof the spectre, I still live in danger (I am)
I just flipped out on my therapist, can’t control my anger
Amigo (Amigo), I need to speak to Trump (Trump)
I need to let him know that ICE been slowing up the plug (For real)
I need a favor ’cause I still been tryna run it up
Need you to open up them borders, let my people flood (Word)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti & Zillionaire Doe]
Way before this rap s*it, real trap n!gga
Did my background check on you, say you cap, n!gga
Working six different lines, really ran them routes, n!gga
I just left North Park, I’m headed back to the South, n!gga