Backwood Jones, Rockie Fresh, Casey Veggies - Down South lyrics

I met this bitch from down south
Down south, yeah, yeah
Okay, I met this bitch from down south
Down south, yeah,  yeah, yeah, yeah
Her best friend a stripper out of ATL
And she treat us well
She treat us well, she treat us well
She tried to turn me into
Clientele, I'm not for sale, she took a L
I wish her well, I wish her well

I throw them pennies in the wishing well
Keep the hundreds in the shoebox
For a rainy day
My nigga smoke designer kush and
Drink that Ace of Spades
Learn how to play the cards because
The deck will never change
You from the hood but I can
Put you in a better place
Take your time with it, you just gotta wait
I don't need your number find
A way to reach me
Looking for a crib in 'cause
The price is cheaper

I met this bitch from down south
Down south, yeah, yeah
Okay, I met this bitch from down south
Down south, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Her best friend a stripper out of
ATL and she treat us well
She treat us well, she treat us well
She tried to turn me into
Clientele, I'm not for sale, she took a L
I wish her well, I wish her well

I been stealing pennies out the wishing well
I fucked your bitch but I'm a real one
I don't kiss and tell
I gotta 'cause I've been through too many L's
Got a pocket full of blue cheese
Backwood full of kale
And everything I got for sale
But that shit for cheap
And every time a nigga feel
I just hit the streets
I been Gucci since back when Gucci told us
Used to hit Miami and spend a sack up in KOD
But that's before they closed the doors
I'm a pimp, I can turn a nun to a whore
I make her get on her knees
Like she was praising the Lord
I tell her that it's a go every time
She tell me that she leave it

I met this bitch from down south
Down south, yeah, yeah
Okay, I met this bitch from down south
Down south, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Her best friend a stripper out of
ATL and she treat us well
She treat us well, she treat us well
She tried to turn me into
Clientele, I'm not for sale, she took a L
I wish her well, I wish her well

Shawty bad, got her cake up
Yeah she love the bread
Cute face, all that ass, yeah she
We can play it how you wanna play it
And she realize that I'm a boss
And I ain't gotta say it
My momma proud of a young nigga
I'm a prodigy
My socks is Gucci, I'm rocking Prada kicks
You probably running game
Tryna act like you ride for me
I know you're in it for the money
Ain't gotta lie to me
Me and Rockie throwing ones like
We hit the lottery
The way I'm coming, now she wanna leave
For the West side but
I'm making euros overseas she make a nigga

I met this bitch from down south
Down south, yeah, yeah
Okay, I met this bitch from down south
Down south, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Her best friend a stripper out of
ATL and she treat us well
She treat us well, she treat us well
She tried to turn me into
Clientele, I'm not for sale, she took a L
I wish her well, I wish her well