Metro Boomin - Raised In The South lyrics

[Produced by Metro Boomin] [Hook: Ludacris + Young Jeezy] Keep my name out your mu'f**in' mouth (out yo' mouth) {*3X*} Cause I was raised in the motherf**in' south (in the south) Keep my name out your mu'f**in' mouth (out yo' mouth) {*3X*} Cause I was raised in the motherf**in'... [Ludacris] (Luda!) Southside, College Park, yeah I rep that Where there's money, all my dawgs, go and fetch that n***as robbin' in the hood, we don't sweat that Throw some some red dots up on your head and connect that (HAHH!) I guess you in the right place, at the right time And I been drinkin' I'm not really in my right mind The wrong move'll make a n***a grab the right nine Knock your livin' daylights out, b**h, night time Come off up them stacks, if you don't give 'em then we gon' take 'em Go and get 'em or we gon' chase him, go stick him and might erase him Or turn him into a patient, any demon's we gon' face 'em Or see all the pigs and all that bacon, we gon' as-salamu alaykum [Hook] [Young Jeezy] These p**y n***as only talkin' cause they got lips Guess them choppers only bustin' cause them b**hes got clips (YEEEAH~!) Got them n***as bustin' off the motorcycle like Chips (haha) Think I seen them round Bloods, so they mighta been Crips All this rappin' ain't no action, see I can't respect that (nah) Bout to ask him for that trap, and n***a I'mma check that (DAAAMN) Hundred units in the living room, and you can bet that I'm so high up in this b**h look like I got a jet pack (WHOO) If you a real street n***a, won't you tell me how it feel So bought some 26s before you played her like Bill So keep your name up out your mouth, gives a f** bout how you feel Cause in these motherf**in' streets, +I Am Legend+ like Will [Hook] [Ludacris] These n***as is sweeter than a sweet potato, softer than Play-Doh, hope b**h n***a, lay low A-Town by the way of Illinois and our blocks come together like Legos, they know Who I am, I'm the man with a plane and a n***a with verses, blowin' a rapper to pieces Got a crew full of untamed dogs, and I'm thinkin' that I'm really bout to let 'em off the leashes (WOOF) I'm scratchin the surface, the n***a with the million dollar verses (WHOO) These rappers are worthless and all I really wanna do is piss 'em off on purpose I'm possessed, stick a needle in your back like a n***a doing voodoo curses Givin' them a two piece with a biscuit and hell no I ain't talkin 'bout churches (OHHH) Get nervous, get robbed of your valuables n***a like I'm snatching your purses And I got a couple urges to clown on you n***as like a three ring circus If you ain't got no warrants, then you best to believe it'll be no searches So keep my name up out your mouth before I close your curtains [Hook]