Southern Smoke Boosie Badazz

[Intro]
Yeah (Bow)
Yeah (Bow)
Yeah (Bow, bow)
Yeah (Bow)
Yeah (Bow)
Yeah (Bow, bow, bow)

[Chorus]
This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow)
Better get your southern smoke
This that fuckin' southern smoke (Bow)
Southern smoke (Bow, bow, bow)
The se niggas don't want smoke
This that fuckin' southern smoke (This that smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
These niggas don't want smoke
This that fuckin' southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Southern smoke (Southern smoke)
Better get your southern smoke
It's that fuckin' southern smoke

[Verse 1]
I'm first to smoke this bitch up like cigarettes in parkin' lots
Ain't none changed about me, I'll still hit you with this 40 Glock
Carbine with the 30, this bitch wipe you like the Sandman
Pistol-whipped to silence so I'll kill ya without a band plan
Jambalaya, crawfish, Mardi Gras, see some round tits
Money showin', takin' our pictures and we's airin' the niggas
For instance, they is get-to-the-cash-talkin' Atlanta niggas
Rob his ass, kill him on sight, talkin' Savannah, nigga
Them Floridan kids fuck with my shit, I rock with Tampa niggas
We don't rap beef at all like y'all, we come and stamp a nigga
Hustle summer, winter, spring and fall, that's why the bag different
I represent for niggas gettin' money who ain't ass-kissin'