Down South Hustlaz

All my bitches say I'm dirtier than a motherfucker
 Pineapple fanta and it's dirtier than a motherfucker
 Shot out to Bun I'm ridin' dirty than a motherfucker
 A half a million, all 20's it got blood on it
 Presidential day-day and it's flooded homie
 I just left the car loft and spend another check
 Hunnid band profit and I didn't break sweat
 I dozed of on that drank and almost had another wreck
 My lil bitch stay mad at me cause I don't get no rest
 I'm always out here chasin' money so she get no sex
 I'm in that drop top, bangin' Screw and burnin' rubber nigga
 I'm down in Houston on that boss shit like Thugga, nigga
 Got everythang on my own so I'm like fuck a nigga
 World wide, cross the county stackin' ruffles nigga
 She a good girl but lil' mama bad though
 She got a small waist but a fat ass though
 Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though
 Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door
 I got G's out of Memphis that'll kill for me
 And everywhere I go the hood still love me
 Cause Thugga is a hustler, Thugga is a boss
 Thugga made it trough them droughts on that nasty North
 Me and Paul still tippin', sippin' with that Dolph
 Got 'em ridin', red fo's, breakin' boys off
 Kottonmouth kush blunts back to back
 Nowadays ridin' Rovers but still keep a clean 'Lac
 Thank god everyday, I ain't gotta sell packs
 I ain't tryna see the FED's I like my bed where it's at
 Countin' these stacks like I'm gettin' platinum plaques
 Livin' that boss life, breakin' hoes like the mack
 She a good girl but lil mama bad though
 She got a small waist but a fat ass though
 Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though
 Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door
 No nuts mean no money
 No money you must be a dummy
 No dummy that's a fifth wheel
 It's only March but this my fifth grill
 Packin' the steel, chasin' the mill
 Workin' the wheel, yeah I'm the man
 Make me a ticket and I fuck it all off
 Codeine [?] and kush cause I can
 Chain with the chunk a 70 grand
 Trunk with the bang it sound like a band
 Whenever I pass it's turnt like a vent
 Pardon your girl I know she a fan
 On lean with a xan
 Backwood packed with 3 or 4 grams
 Thumbin' through money
 Got codeine sweatin' out all of my glands
 Oil change, this new drank just ain't the same
 Scopin' out boppers long range
 But not for profit they chasin' change
 She a good girl but lil' mama bad though
 She got a small waist but a fat ass though
 Thirty points I had to take came in the glass though
 Still boomin' pills and strong out the back door