| 2 x Hook: |
| Flocka dreads and gold I’m from down south |
| Flocka dreads and gold I’m from down south |
| Flocka dreads and gold I’m from down south |
| down south, down south |
| shawty from down south with the gold in his mouth |
| shawty shawty from down south with the gold in his mouth |
| Big ass twinty eights looking like a pepsi cap |
| if you try waka flocka bet his puss ass die |
| put them goons on your mama, put them goons on your grand mama |
| goons on yo girl and brutha (gold like mr T) |
| put your ass six feet deep |
| get your mind off that fuck shit |
| hoes, cars, and clothes is all a young nigga want |
| I’ma lose my fucking lungs if I keep on smoking blunts |
| yes I do gang bang Su wuu to da B gang |
| free my nigga Gucci Mane I can’t really see mane |
| free free my nigga Gucci Mane I can’t really see mane |
| free my nigga Gucci Mane, free my nigga Gucci Mane |
| free my nigga Gucci Mane, free free my nigga Gucci Mane |
| I can’t really see me, rolling up the benz me, |
| look at flocka fucking chain |
| I don’t really drank that lame |
| Riverdale boys we do our thang |
| with that marry fucking jane |
| and that coke skirt cane |
| go go go V12 at my front doe and back doe |
| go get my mack folk I ain’t going down like that |
| it’s bout a 100 years then they large your. |
| tryin to run up in my house, |
| we gonna shoot it out cause Flocka |
| 2 x Hook: |
| Flocka dreads and gold I’m from down south |
| Flocka dreads and gold I’m from down south |
| Flocka dreads and gold I’m from down south |
| down south, down south |
| shawty from down south with the gold in his mouth |
| shawty shawty from down south with the gold in his mouth |
| Light skin light skin, hell yea, I dig that |
| big tits big tits hell yeah I love that |
| lil ass nice waste cute face nice shape |
| but shawty keep my dick swole… |
| so I see boys keep bad bitches and shawty know what we about |
| baby hole my pistol put this clip in your fucking mouth |
| now she’s high as hell off in the. |
| I .my dick off in her mouth |
| run up in your husband huse, that when we do down south |