Testo Down South - Trap Dickey feat. Key Glock
Testo della canzone Down South (Trap Dickey feat. Key Glock), tratta dall'album Down South
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Trap
Down South - gettin' money and you know that (boom)
Project baby, takin' pictures like I'm Kodak (trap)
In the trap house with the guys where your ho at
Treat her like a memory, nickname Throwback (boom)
Reppin' on a hood that you know you can't go back (boom)
- start singin' with a mask like 4Batz (trap)
That side, I be where the Bloods and the Locs at (gang)
Westside, I be where the cuhs and the folks at (boom)
Quote that, - really actin' like they on that
-, I'm from the Ville, - steal rims with no jack (trap)
- shootin' hollows like they really know Jack
Crosstracks, Lincoln Ave, - throwin' fours at (gang)
Throw a touchdown or hand it off like a quarterback
200 on a fresh load, you can order that
Man with a tote bag, -, that's a fanny pack
Bad -, a hundred racks, -, you can't handle that (trap)
Left foot, right foot, -, how you want that? (Boom)
Crosstracks my hood, -, how you talk that? (Trap)
Light skin, bad -, fat -, pop that
- hatin' on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (boom)
Left foot, right foot, -, how you want that? (Trap)
Crosstracks my hood, -, how you talk that? (Gang)
Light skin, bad -, fat -, pop that (phew)
- hatin' on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (uh, boom)
Two-door double-R (skrrt), -, I had to cop that (yeah)
The top drop back just like Cam Ward (yeah)
Brodie on that bull- like he from Illinois (yeah)
Pockets full of dead guys, this - look like the morgue (yeah)
This - on the floor, -, I'm up (up)
You know they call me Glock, get a bang for your buck (fah)
And I ain't finna squabble, I'll light your - up (baow)
- say they gettin' money, but it can't be much (nah, the -?)
No matter what, I keep it on me (ha)
Brodie put - to sleep, melatonin (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The Real Deal Holyfield, - phony (yeah)
If I'm in the driver's seat, then I own it (what? Glizzock)
Left foot, right foot, -, how you want that? (Boom)
Crosstracks my hood, -, how you talk that? (Trap)
Light skin, bad -, fat -, pop that
- hatin' on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (boom)
Left foot, right foot, -, how you want that? (Trap)
Crosstracks my hood, -, how you talk that? (Gang)
Light skin, bad -, fat -, pop that
- hatin' on the wrong hitter, need to stop that (boom)
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Mcewan, Michael Mule, Isaac De Boni, Travis Walton, Aaron Booe, Key Glock, Travis Dickey
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