From South 2 West Lyrics – MAF Teeski

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[Intro]
(6lement)
(Flexing on that b!tch, hol’ up)

[Chorus: MAF Teeski]
I’m in 10 in a straight with a Glock and a chop
Like a 7 Up bottle, n!gga, you’ll get popped
Twelve hundred for my pants, they filled with knots
All my n!ggas, they gangsters, your n!ggas, they not
You n!ggas in the house, my n!ggas be spinning
I’ma get all my n!ggas some glizzies for Christmas
These n!ggas better stop that internet bap

Every chain on my neck VS1 and it’s hitting

[Verse 1: MAF Teeski]
Amiri my denim, I’m fly like a eagle
Big 4K, I’m into it with b!tches
We gon’ dump the whole clip whenever we see you
We spinning the city with Dracs and switches
Rob his ass with no mask, last time they played with Slick, that s*it went bad
I ain’t gon’ tell you again, whenever I see you in traffic, I’m dumping the mag
(Rob his ass with no mask, last time they played with Slick, that s*it went bad)
(I ain’t gon’ tell you again, whenever I see you in traffic, I’m dumping the mag)
Last n!gga that played with the gang, he died
Head or tails, boy, toss, n!gga, pick you a side
I’m finna go kit up a fin-fin for me to get all my shorties and tell ’em go slide
I’m finna go kit up a straight for me and my n!ggas to slide ’cause that’s just how we ride
All night I’ve been fu*king your b!tch, she ain’t coming back, might as well go and kiss her goodbye

[Chorus: MAF Teeski & DCG Shun]
I’m in 10 in a straight with a Glock and a chop
Like a 7 Up bottle, n!gga, you’ll get popped
Twelve hundred for my pants, they filled with knots
All my n!ggas, they gangsters, your n!ggas, they not
You n!ggas in the house, my n!ggas be spinning
I’ma get all my n!ggas some glizzies for Christmas (Switch gang)
These n!ggas better stop that internet bap

Every chain on my neck VS1 and it’s hitting (Let’s ride, Shun)

[Verse 2: DCG Shun & DCG Bsavv]
I’m riding this b!tch from West to South
I’m one of the 4s, n!gga, watch your mouth
I’m into it with 4s, you into it with 4s, them n!ggas some hoes, we could swap them out (Grr, grr)
I signed for a bag, gave my mama a dub (For real)
Your broke ass could only give your mama a hug (Your broke ass)
I went to the hood, passed out some g*ns, passed out some pounds, my shorties good
Teeski, pass me that ‘Wood (Ayy, T)
Teeski, pass me that Drac’
I fronted that n!gga like twenty ‘bows, he ain’t want that s*it, he just wanted a crate (Okay)
I’m riding in a straight with my apes (Okay)
We tryna bounce out on a face
I don’t even got no opps, I feel like Drench, them n!ggas done stink like lake (Yeah, look)

[Verse 3: DCG Bsavv]
Hundred K, put it in they face (They face)
Where I lay at, my n!ggas gotta come through gates (Come through what?)
Do the dash ’bout me, let me paint your face, yeah
In the whip, two hundred, I ain’t even gon’ race (Uh, zoom)
Uh, real killers, we don’t leave no trace
I’m a 4, but I’m cracking it for MMA, yeah
Mad hoes come around, they get NDAs
How I’m living, I’m balling like the NBA
Uh, dark tint, they can’t see my face
Pulled up on Teeski and forgot my Drac’ (Forgot my, huh?)
But I popped out with a FN and SK
And whenever we step, n!ggas get out our way (They move)
Uh, wreck s*it, you gon’ need Allstate
I smell like a pound, still came in late, yeah
You’ve been robbing ten years, still ain’t make no way
When I flew the ‘bows back, n!ggas ran it my way

[Chorus: MAF Teeski]
I’m in 10 in a straight with a Glock and a chop
Like a 7 Up bottle, n!gga, you’ll get popped
Twelve hundred for my pants, they filled with knots
All my n!ggas, they gangsters, your n!ggas, they not
You n!ggas in the house, my n!ggas be spinning
I’ma get all my n!ggas some glizzies for Christmas
These n!ggas better stop that internet bap
Every chain on my neck VS1 and it’s hitting