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Ayy, turn that shit up!
South side, swamp floor,
damn! Big trunk talk,
whoa!
Shake the lot, shake the gate,
shake the damn ground South got thunder when the trunks come down
Whole crew yelling, let the bass get foul If it ain't rattling,
turn that shit loud Boom in the hood,
boom in the stands We run the night with mud on our
hands Say hell yeah,
say hell yeah Big wheels jumping like they don't play fair
Came out the heat with a grin and a plan Mud on
my boot but the whip still glam Pocket full of jokes,
got the crowd saying damn Bass hit low,
made the cooler do a handstand I talk big facts,
I don't waste no breath Learned from the block how to sidestep
stress Switch that flow,
now the whole lane pressed Fuck being quiet,
we came for the best
I hit the curb and the parking lot tilts Grill full of
shine, but the wisdom got built Mama said move like your name
on a quilt Stitch every lesson,
don't fold under guilt Talk slick,
get laughed out the damn room We throw punchlines,
they land like boom Swamp heat rising with the moon Whole south
kicking in the door real soon
Shake the lot, shake the gate,
shake the damn ground South got thunder when the trunks come down
Whole crew yelling, let the bass get foul If it ain't rattling,
turn that shit loud Boom in the hood,
boom in the stands We run the night with mud on our
hands Say hell yeah,
say hell yeah Big wheels jumping like they don't play fair
Who got the sauce,
who got the keys?
I got a trunk full of low-end beasts Who got the jokes,
who got the heat?
You got a meme,
I got receipts Fast like a gator when lunch get thrown Sharp
like a grill with the gold all shown Damn near lifted the
bleachers clean Fuck around,
made the whole field lean
Old heads told me,
keep pride with grace Young ones told me,
keep pace with bass
Where the south at?
Right here! Where the bass at?
Right here!
Make the ground crack
Hell yeah! Make the trunk clap Hell
yeah!
Shake the lot, shake the gate,
shake the damn ground South got thunder when the trunks come down
Whole crew yelling, let the bass get foul If it ain't rattling,
turn that shit loud Boom in the hood,
boom in the stands We run the night with mud on our
hands Say hell yeah,
say hell yeah Big wheels jumping like they don't play fair
Turn it up,
turn it up Let
that motherfucker breathe South side still outside
Damn right Trunk still talking All night (hahaha) Turn that shit up