Gucci Wattz - King Of The South Lyrics

Yeah man, it's been a long time coming man
I'm gonna talk this shit and pop my shit on this motherf*cker
I'm the king of the south, man
Southside my shit, them my stomping grounds
You know what I'm saying, I'm a real southside baby
Nah, nah, come on man
Rudy, Rudy, Rudy
My drip's so severe they need a broadcaster a warning
Every time I pop out I make it rain like it's storming
Met a woman last night, forgot her name by the morning
All we did was have sex, I don't think it was that important
I love tricking on these hoes but need to stop cause they not worth it
These hoes be clowned out, they could fit right in the circus
I don't even wanna f*ck her pussy hotter than a furnace
But that's all she had going for herself, now she worthless
I'm a big nigga with a big bag and a new mode
She always go do what Gucci says so she take notes
Dove head first in the deep end, I knew how to float
I'm really with all the bullshit, this is not a joke
When we score, call up Montana, he gon drop a rose
So many white hoes in the party, it look like it snowed
Once we done f*cking then she know that it's time to go
Sorry if you looking for some love, then don't hit my phone
See the opps out, I feel like Jock cause it's going down
All these niggas good at capping, they just need a gown
You can catch me on the south side, then my stopping grounds
Feel like I'm the king of the south, I need my damn crown
I was gone for a little while but I'm back now
Treat me like a god, when you see me better bow down
Never needed nobody or no handouts
I'ma just stick to the script and watch it pan out
Yeah man, free the guys man, long live the guys man
This is how we rock it
Genie, I'm going back in man
Don't stop me
Yeah
Yeah
Uh huh
Let's go
I'm going back in, I'ma start off where I left off
They left me all alone in that cage like I was a damn dog
You don't know the half of what it takes, just know I stayed strong
As soon as you hit the door, bitch you gotta take them pants off
As soon as you hit the door, bitch you gotta f*ck my mans raw
I'm a grimy nigga, I'll do a nigga dead wrong
Pull up to your momma house and tell her keep her head strong
His family hurting, they ain't have the money for his headstone
Reckless tweaking, he gon' let that bitch off for no reason
They took ours, we took theirs, now both sides is even
We the winning team, bitch we do this every season
Whole gang full of shooters, like a nigga play for Cleveland
She a freak hoe, love to deep throw, swallow semen
Look me in my eyes, all you go see is a demon
I need to go to church, call the pastor and the deacon
When I pop this perc, bitch you know I get to tweaking
Real boss nigga, don't call me, I'm in a meeting
At the round table, you see all my niggas eating
Bitch I'm up chasing money, I ain't doing no f*cking sleeping
And we lit as a bitch, live every day like the weekend