Down South Lyrics – Wale ft. Yella Beezy & Maxo Kream

[Intro]
La música de Harry Fraud!

[Chorus: Wale]
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

[Verse 1: Wale]
What's the sense of it all?
P!mping, powder, and pu**y, tryna make pennies
See n!ggas lie on the stand
Guess hell ain't harder than prison, who knows?
In the '90s, a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke
Now they find you a traffic stop get you riddled with holes
We be living too fast, we be sipping it slow
One of my n!ggas was selling work, now he selling out shows
I meet Jay so that's growth, pay attention, take note
You over forty and moving work, better be by the boat
Better be by the dock, better not be by your home
If n!ggas really want hurt you, they gone leave you alone
'Cause them peoples is coming
Where your loyalty, younging?
When a rapper say, "Free my n!gga, " his lawyers get hungry
And everybody wanna be a trap n!gga
'Cause them rap trap n!ggas get paid
And don't nobody want to be a trap trap n!gga
When them badge n!ggas got you on tape, yeah
Art imitating life, I got to saying lies
Got these suburbanites thinking y’all ain't afraid to fight
Right in the mirror crying a little, you shaking, right?
Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights

[Pre-Chorus: Wale]
Down South slanging music with these hustlers
Keep it true to self and never sell out with
These busters (No)
I ain't finna tap dance, I don't give a f**k though
Keep it true to self and keep it cool when n!ggas cutthroat
Run it

[Chorus: Wale With Yella Beezy]
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

[Verse 2: Yella Beezy]
I got the cocaine lady, white lady, by the ki' (Ki')
Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (Three)
Hopped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (A P)
Smoke a pu**y n!gga like I rolled me a leaf
(Like a leaf, n!gga)
All smoke, put a hole in his teeth (Ayy)
Boom, bop, bam, put a hole in his cheek (Ayy)
N!gga talking tough but you a ho in the streets (Ayy)
Come and get knotted, freaky hoes in the sheets (Ayy)
Hustle like a motherf**ker (Oh, oh)
N!ggas serving Scudder Butter (Oh, oh)
Pu**y n!ggas undercover (Oh, oh)
And I ain't stutter, motherf**ker (Oh, oh)
Hit 'em with the blocka, blocka (Oh, oh)
Quick to serve me a clocker (Oh, oh)
You borderline d!ck-suckers (Oh, oh)
Tryna take some pics, suckers (Oh, let's go)
Baby, make your leg bend, yellow b!tch, a red skin
In DC like a Redskin, come and give me head then
My youngins popped a lead in
N!gga, swing your dread then
Oh, you wanna tussle?
We gonna see how n!ggas play it then (On God)

[Chorus: Wale & Yella Beezy, Maxo Kream]
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers (Yeah)
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Uh, uh)
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers (Yeah, look)
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo)

[Verse 3: Maxo Kream]
Down South slanging (Huh)
Serving all these customers (Uh-huh)
Like Bill, I keep some pills
Keep a Heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable (Okay)
On the real, you might get killed
Don't touch my chain 'cause this untouchable
Big black nine on my hip, yeah, I'ma shoot
That b!tch ain't cute but she still f**kable (Huh)
Racks on racks, move packs, sell packs at school
Had packs like Lunchables (Alright)
Tote gats on gats, .45s and MACs
We bust our straps at constables (Boom)
Hundred chops, my sack, no phone with her (Ayy)
On Adderall but it's still functional (Vroom)
Still aired out at her function, though (What?)
That Draco so dysfunctional
Used to be robber, Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (Uh-huh)
Yellow bone on top to give me sloppy toppy as I lay (Suck it)
Pull up on a opp, a chopper rocker hit him
While he lay (Boom-boom)
I spend some chips to get you killed
My Crips gone make you Frito Lay
Banging, we don't really tussle
If I can't get that thang in
Then I'm not finna go clubbing (Hell nah)
Every since my bro got killed
I can't trust sh!t, I can't trust nothing
Can't even trust my Crips
Because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo)

[Chorus: Wale, With Maxo Kream]
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slanging, rolling with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters