Hurricane Chris - Down South lyrics

(Verse) Whoever said Hurricane don’t get money, put a dick in your mouth Ratchet hoes don’t even know what they be talkin about Been ballin since a young n***a, I watch my daddy stunt n***a You watch your daddy get punked and probably put in the trunk I’m super clean all these hoes like the way that I lean She say she want that dumb dick so I’m making her scream You wanna check me, well b**h I got a k with a bean That 40 right here on my left, I never leave without my strap Ok, let’s hit the club and get real n***as down Fake n***as get snapped, eyes tight like a jap 4 giatos on my coup, I’ve been had that And wherever cut on my whip yes the rims gonn match Like I pull up in nike b**hes have a panic attack Cause my Louisiana drama make em throw me they cap I’m on my way to the hotel with mouse throwing it back sponsored links They call me beat it out the frame what you know about that I keep my hood in the air like I was fixin her neck And n***a any disrespect could get you hit with a gack So keep your money in your pocket unless you wanna get jacked Represent that dirty south it ain’t no fakin on that (Hook) Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up, hold up This way it’s real, let where n***as get k**ed at Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down, Take em down south, let me take em down south Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up Yo this way is real, let where n***as get k**ed at Take em down south for a minute, take em down, take em down down, Take em down south for a minute, take em down, take em down down, (Verse) I’m in the club on that liquor, pocket full of skrilla, Can nobody tell me sh** when I be thugging with my n***as Neck colder than December, plus I’m strictly bout my figure So twisted it feel like my body floating on a river Free my n***a bad a**, look at lil mama On a first, she got a mad a**, And plus I feel like I can get her Know she gonn let me hit her My south already told me she be rolling on them jiggers We sit em down the middle like I feel em and dismiss em So loaded, I can’t hold it, f** it, I’m wide open Swerving all on the curbe, I can’t keep my eyes open With a pocket full of money, I buy it if I want it Yeah they call me hurricane and I slaughter my opponents Twisted on that Patrone, taking shots to the dome Louisiana rapper, black daily on chrome Lil daddy think he fresh like me, he dead wrong (Hook) Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up, hold up This way it’s real, let where n***as get k**ed at Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down, Take em down south, let me take em down south Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up Yo take em down south for a minute, hold up Yo take em down south take em down, take em down down Take em down south take em down, take em take em take em south Take em down, take em Take em take em down south take em down, take em down down Take em down south take em down, take em take em take em Take em take em take em down south Let me take em down south for a minute, hold up Yo this way it’s real, let where n***as get k**ed at Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down, Take em down south for a minute, take em down, down, Like oh!