Southern smoke
Southern smoke nigga
It's mutha fuckin' southern smoke, bitch
Southern smoke, turn the fuckin' beat up!
Chorus: (2x)
Inside suga, outside kool-aid,
seven days a week,
seven days of Chevrolets,
'71 Chevelle with the top blown off,
Glock 40 on my hip,
getcha top blown off.
I pull out clean, drain, and bust a lane,
Paint should dry green, Saints and Smiths cream,
Cross color paint, old school fresh to def,
To show them hoes the shoes I gotta take an extra step,
Hesitate to the left, and then I bust a right,
Paint lavender in the day, but electric blue at night,
Got a trailor on the back with the same color paint,
Rims stop at the light, and they measure my height.
Chorus: (2x)
Inside suga, outside kool-aid,
seven days a week,
seven days of Chevrolets,
'71 Chevelle with the top blown off,
Glock 40 on my hip,
getcha top blown off.
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