Lyrics
My, my, my
My, my, my, my
Ask me what I do
I make southern gangsta music (my)
You could lick a nigga, read a book, or pop your pussy to it
Do the dash for the lurk, zoom in past, see they hurt
I get it anywhere, bitch, the earth is my turf
Ah, ask me what I do
I make southern gangsta music
You could lick a nigga, read a book, or pop your pussy to it
Do the dash for the lurk, zoom in past, see they hurt
I get it anywhere, bitch, the earth is my turf
My life is a full clip, I'm burnt out, get a new bitch
Little hoe, you a dope fiend, Charles Bark ain't no ring
Let's get it, I'm in it, let's go
I'm the product of a nigga, sell the dope
It's on, I'm the one who chose
Real man never broke cold, you did
Rap niggas ain't friends, just fools
My God, folks, you lightin' my mood
Draggin', we all gon' chase
Man, bitch, that terrible, I know it
I plant in my seed, I grow it
Motherfuckers, they fake, they move
Pain on you just 'cause you focus
Same to me, boy, why you dick head
Ask me what I do
I make southern gangsta music
You could flick a nigga, read a book, or pop your pussy to it
Do the dash for the lurk, zoom in past, see they hurt
I get it anywhere, bitch, the earth is my turf
Ask me what I do
I make southern gangsta music
You could flick a nigga, read a book, or pop your pussy to it
Do the dash for the lurk, zoom in past, see they hurt
I get it anywhere, bitch, the earth is my turf
Ah, I rock with the same niggas (my)
Old homies turn lame niggas (damn)
If you're not no bread winner (damn)
I will not break bank with you (damn)
Won't go to that grave for you (oh)
That shit go without sayin'
Fuckers still on they ass
Might as well just play dead
If your niggas stand up
All my killers back being (oh)
Little Latina Macarena
Love the way that ass fiend
Bitch the world change and people change
But bitter bitches never real
I'ma go out with my arm
Prayin' the next day I live
Ask me what I do
I make southern gangsta music
You could lick a nigga, read a book, or pop your pussy to it
Do the dash for the lurk, zoom in past, see they hurt
I get it anywhere, bitch, the earth is my turf
Ah, ask me what I do
I make southern gangsta music
You could lick a nigga, read a book, or pop your pussy to it
Do the dash for the lurk, zoom in past, see they hurt
I get it anywhere, bitch, the earth is my turf
Oh, oh, oh, oh, Starbucks, it's Starbucks