Juvenile - Down South Posted lyrics

(feat. Skip & Wacko) [Chorus X2 - Juvenile] Ayo we down south posted and we counting our figgas, know how to treat these b**hes and how to handle these n***as, don't play with us lil daddy cuz we'll have you in stitches Its UTP right here and we bout getting our riches, [Verse 1 (Juvenile)] I pledge allegions with the four nickel you n***as no pickle, co*k the pistol point my issues at you and whodi who wit you, Your body ain't nothing but grizzle, I can see through the tissue, They gon' think you was in gymnastics how the chopper gon' hit you, I might have to crash the party if n***as gets me started, better watch this nickel fourty cuz this b**h gets retarted, f** with me shorty, I could teach you how to be flawless, NOPD wanna see me up in Dora Delawless, Hate fighting them charges, take a n***a regardless, f** em' and duck em and tell them to s** on a hard dick, When we was wilding in the nolia they was callin us babies, I guess the same sh** went on in the 80's, But still crazy, I'm with it too, kinda sneaky know how to get at you, Not trying to have momma crying and miserable, I'm already knowing what guns could do, I've seen some of the worst n***as get blown in two, [Chorus X2] [Verse 2 (Skip)] Yes she say she love me, every time she f**s me, But then she sayin' f** me, everytime we fussing, Skip i'm sick of hustlin, boy you just disgustin, Nananana, b**h, don't you tell me nothing, all you know is dollars, Dolce and Gobanna, Gucci, Fendi, Chanel, Milono, Prada, All you is is problems, I can't help you solve them, So when you think, just think, nah don't involve him, Hang up when you callin', caller ID all em' If its your number I don't answer, ain't no sense in callin' b**h I'm back to ballin', like I fell off, Like if I was doing bad I'm gonna tell y'all, What could I tell y'all except s** dick and swallow, yeah you look good, but can you walk like a model ? b**h I pop collars, and I clock dollars, so watch your watch and watch for the shock BLADAH ! [Chorus X2] [Verse 3 (Wacko)] Man look up over there, wilding, cursing b**hes smoking jo's now, Got two open charges n***as talking round dro now, Sarge and so small they spin the bend in regular clothes now, But whodi and them so smart before they spin, lil one close shop, Slim just got popped for douljer grind and a weed pipe, Guess they trying to sock it to my dog with them three strikes, f** that, we got buying money n***a we tight, UTP, six coat, cut throat n***a we right, Trying to get you n***as to understand this a new day, New j**els, new shoes, new twos, new pay, new trips, new clips, new whips, new K, A million for my great grand children to my new day, You straight ? I'm just trying to make sure you straight, Keep them nappy head b**hes out ya face cousin and move weight, Every n***a working with something thick they do take, Don't you fall off over a fat a** and a cute face, [Chorus X2]