Mitch Moses - theeGulag (feat. Breezy Castilleo)

In the Dirty South
We smile with Golds and Grillz
Dont run ya mouth
Or you'll die up on that hill
When its a drought
I ride wit it concealed
I pull it out
Then I gotta shoot to kill
Cuz In the Dirty South
Boy we smile with Golds and Grillz
Dont run ya mouth
Or you'll die up on that hill
When its a drought
Then I ride wit it concealed
And if I pull it out
Then I gotta shoot to kill
Ugh Wait
I be Mr. President, no Jefferson Davis
I knew when I made this
These folks might call me the greatest
Step out wit the latest, fashion
The drip devastated
The rap game? I made it
Fucked it no condoms, no latex
She say that I make sex
Better than everyday paychecks
Sky dive from the apex
Sky high blunts, make you see space jets
Now Club Libra so lit
DJ dropped Gucci Mane's Wasted
All my niggas so faded
We Beef Up, bitch gone head shake it
Cuz in the dirty south
We keep legal 4 5's to guard our crib
And if I pout
Four 5 send people to God its a 1 way tick
Its no doubt, bitch
We dont do frauds, no applause
For the hoe ass niggas lost in sauce
Fuck the Law, fuck da Ops
Fuck that bra, baby hop on top
Drop it Low, lick Lollipop
In ha throat? Moe be cough drop
Moe B. Rayna his backdrop
Perfect Picture, girls wit Grillz
Fuck the filter, tilt and crop
We stack Dolla Dolla Bills
Sign to label, I Will Not
In the Dirty South
We smile with Golds and Grillz
Dont run ya mouth
Or you'll die up on that hill
When its a drought
I ride wit it concealed
I pull it out
Then I gotta shoot to kill
Cuz In the Dirty South
Boy we smile with Golds and Grillz
Dont run ya mouth
Or you'll die up on that hill
When its a drought
Then I ride wit it concealed
And if I pull it out
Then I gotta shoot to kill
Ugh Wait, Yeah
Boy you know betta
When it rains, get ya Umbrella
Aint no pain, you's a Big Fella
Dont complain, get sum more chedda
You a lame, I get ha more wetta
Then I hit it wit the mask on
V. for Vendetta
T. for trendsetta
Three Peace is the game shredda
Retreat, you see Beretta
These streets got me so fed up
Three Peat on replay, its up
Tree spree on display, puff puff
Peachtree blooming late, nights rough
Three A.M. we aint had enough nigga
You know who you are
You know who you are
You look in the mirror
You know you a star
Gone take off ya panties
Then take off ya bra
Aint come here for nothing
Fore you've come so far
The dopest of all
Its dope in my lungs
Its dope in my veins
Its dope in my name
Bitch Ima overdose
Im bout to go grow me a strain
Silly hoe thought she was my main
I had to go get her estranged
In the Dirty South
We smile with Golds and Grillz
Dont run ya mouth
Or you'll die up on that hill
When its a drought
I ride wit it concealed
I pull it out
Then I gotta shoot to kill
Cuz In the Dirty South
Boy we smile with Golds and Grillz
Dont run ya mouth
Or you'll die up on that hill
When its a drought
Then I ride wit it concealed
And if I pull it out
Then I gotta shoot to kill

Written by:
Asa Spurlock, Taurean Stevenson

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