Future, Travis Scott - SOUTH OF FRANCE (REMIX) lyrics

Pluto

South of France, just drinkin' mud, nigga
No matter how rich I get
I still feel like a hood nigga, Pluto
Call back to the city, bullets flyin'
Posted on Front Street, start servin' dimes
On the way to buy a square, re-rock, a nine
I was in lil' Mexico, once upon a time
I started off in these streets, young niggas dyin'
I done seen a nigga get
What's supposed to come to him
You catch a nigga off guard
You better run through him
All the good I manifested came true
Gotta talk about my dark days
So you can see my light
Get distracted lookin' at the ice
Send the European on flights
Try flyin' in my rifle
All the foreigns came with a title


Some shit a nigga would've killed for
Same things don't excite us
New level of life
From a whole 'nother perspective
The trenches look a little different
When you in the inside of the Spectre
The stars came in the door
That's how I know this one is special
Some things I can't rap about
Wish I knew this was my destiny

South of France
Just drinkin' mud, nigga (Ayy)
No matter how rich I get
I still feel like a hood nigga (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
South of France
Just drinkin' mud, nigga (Ayy, yeah)
No matter how far you go
You still gon' find a hood nigga (Ayy, ayy, yeah)

South of France, it ain't no Ocean Drive (Drive)
Three hundred feet, size of the whip
You see an ocean dry (See me slide)
South of France to see some bitches
But be wet inside (Splashin')
Southside, when we pour the drink
We let the system yank (Yank)
Southwest Airline, Southside plane
To make a shorty plank (Plank)
Told the captain, "Find a place
And empty out the tank" (Okay, ahh)
713 'round the world
I think that shit my main (That's my bae)
Plus three-three under her name
Plus six for all my mains, yeah (Straight up)
South of France, a movie out in Cannes
Thinkin' 'bout nights in the Mo'
I need some more again (Again)
Like Big Moe again, I'm pourin' twin
In slow motion (Again)
Her body, rock her body
Let her touch, no holdin' hands (Holdin')
Another four again at 4 A.M.
With four of them (Four of them)
They all Colombian, I'm strugglin'
To keep up with them (I really am)
We crash the party, pack some bodies
Like to rub it in (Spread it on 'em)
We pack the yachty, "FBJack"
The code to get 'em in (Swim)
Let 'em in, yeah (Pluto, Jack, it's lit)

South of France
Just drinkin' mud, nigga
No matter how rich I get
I still feel like a hood nigga (Pluto)
South of France, just drinkin' mud, nigga
No matter how far you go
You still gon' find a hood nigga