Came From the South lyrics

Young Gunna, he came from the top
But I might pull over in the Zone 6
We ride with them guns and the sticks
f*cking with Pablo, it got me hood rich
Forgiato, drop the top on the six
Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
When my hour was down, I put me a lick
Buying Audis, we ain't trading out whips
She caught me popping, helping out with your b*tch
She f*cked my dog, n*gga know it was switch

She sucked the ball, let my b*tch get a clip
I stack it all, get that money like Mitch
With the bosses, b*tch, you know I'ma drip
Too many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth
A lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
Too many choppers, you gon' need to fear
Riding in an all white foreign same color the re-rock
Saint Laurent kicks, bottom like a peac*ck
Pull up on your b*tch and skeet in her mouth

I'm from the hood, empty Louis pouch
Rich n*gga put his safe under the ground
Ten chopper, we got 1,000 rounds
Sending that work like it's Chinatown
f*ck her, forget her, I send her to lost and found
Four door coupe, it's an A7 Audi
Real street n*gga, I got stripes like the Bali
Got a plug for the low, he gonna send it from Cali
Old school El, got dope in my Rally
f*cked that little b*tch just for another addy
My young n*gga wilding out, Nick Cannon
Zone 6, serve you at Tony Valley
Pull up in old neck, f*ck a daddie
Young Gunna, he came from the top
But I might pull over in the Zone 6
We ride with them guns and the sticks
f*cking with Pablo, it got me hood rich
Forgiato, drop the top on the six
Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
When my hour was down, I put me a lick
Buying Audis, we ain't trading out whips

She caught me popping, helping out with your b*tch
She f*cked my dog, n*gga know it was switch
She sucked the ball, let my b*tch get a clip
I stack it all, get that money like Mitch
With the bosses, b*tch, you know I'ma drip
Too many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth
A lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
Too many choppers, you gon' need to fear
I put a tax on it, we ain't playing fair

One call away, we gonna pull up and get it cracking anywhere
And we in the street, we ain't sent you there
Bought a new track, this b*tch run like a wheelchair
f*ck on your b*tch and she tell me you still care
f*cking up lady ones, I'm copping every pair
Pull up and air that b*tch out and get out of there
I'm having racks in my skinnies and duffel, yeah
Y'all n*ggas broke, ain't even having bread there
I be state to state, I get money everywhere
Hood rich, f*ck up a check, I got class there
Running with me in the 6, you won't last there
I be zoned every state, young n*ggas everywhere
Come in the south, bodies dropping everywhere
Pull up like secret service, we gonna meet you there
Still on the bullsh*t, we ain't playing fair
Young Gunna, he came from the top
But I might pull over in the Zone 6
We ride with them guns and the sticks

f*cking with Pablo, it got me hood rich
Forgiato, drop the top on the six
Margiano, we eat lobster and shrimp
When my hour was down, I put me a lick
Buying Audis, we ain't trading out whips
She caught me popping, helping out with your b*tch
She f*cked my dog, n*gga know it was switch
She sucked the ball, let my b*tch get a clip
I stack it all, get that money like Mitch
With the bosses, b*tch, you know I'ma drip

Too many losses, I ain't pleading the fifth
A lot of bosses, we got weed in the air
Too many choppers, you gon' need to fear