Lyrics Way Down South - Dom Corleo

Yeah

Yeah, I put her in Celine
Yes, I'ma go and buy that stone, yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' everything
I don't even got my voice, but I'ma still go hard when I need
At the show, I lost my voice, now I'm in the studio, sippin' tea
At the studio where I be
With yo' bitch, yeah, that's where I be
On my T-shirt, got a B
That's for BSTROY, fuck you mean?
Yes, I destroy the fuckin' beat
Bend it over, yeah, I fuck the beat
Bend that bitch over and fuck up her knees
Hop in the Tesla, it don't got no keys
I'm skrrtin' off in the Trackhawk Jeep
Heh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, like, why the fuck they hate on me?
Yeah, 'cause I'm really just doin' me
Bitch, I give a fuck 'bout where I be
I be up in L.A., up in the hills and shit
I be with yo' ho on my Playboy shit
And my archive fit rockin' mainline Rick
I'm texting that ass, I get paid, lil' bitch
Heh, I'm getting paid to talk
Hey you, you don't get paid a muhfuckin' dime to be on my page, lil' dawg
It's true, I might as well hit up your muhfuckin' mom and tell that ho, "Suck me off"
Yeah, 'cause I let the racks talk
Yeah, I be with the racks, boss

Houston girls love the way it goes down

Goin' OVO with my Drac'
And I'm OMO, that's 4L
Jump around when I'm on the stage
Flashin' Ricks in they fuckin' face
Multicolor, yeah, my money gay
Bitch, I was never on the wave, yeah
I'm the one been on the way, yeah
I been around and I'ma stay here
Bring her over and she stay here
You know I get my way here
'Cause I done had to find a way here
I done made a couple plays, yeah
I was showin' you the real me
And now I'm starin' at the real her
I'm seein' shit right through my rearview
So let me talk about the real first
I be on my fuckin' grind, they don't know a thing about the way I be
Yeah, I be workin' all the time, I can't tell the ho where the fuck I be
Yeah, I can't even let you close, baby, only one I talk to is Marie
Nowadays, can't even smoke by myself, had to tell 'em, "Give me peace"
Yeah, had to tell the ho, "It's way past 12, get the fuck up off of me"
Yeah, all these dudes they like females tryna get a come-up off of me
It's the Urus truck or the V12 when you catch me ridin' down the scene
It's yo' baby mama on my side, sittin' right there, right up next to me

Houston girls love the way it goes down

Yeah, I put her in Celine
Yes, I'ma go and buy that stone, yeah, yeah, I'm rockin' everything
I don't even got my voice, but I'ma still go hard when I need
At the show, I lost my voice, now I'm in the studio, sippin' tea
At the studio where I be
With yo' bitch, yeah, that's where I be
On my T-shirt, got a B
That's for BSTROY, fuck you mean?
Yes, I destroy the fuckin' beat
Bend it over, yeah, I fuck the beat
Bend that bitch over and fuck up her knees
Hop in the Tesla, it don't got no keys
I'm skrrtin' off in the Trackhawk Jeep
Heh, yeah, yeah
Yeah, like, why the fuck they hate on me?
Yeah, 'cause I'm really just doin' me
Bitch, I give a fuck 'bout where I be
I be up in L.A., up in the hills and shit
I be with yo' ho on my Playboy shit
And my archive fit rockin' mainline Rick
I'm texting that ass, I get paid, lil' bitch
Heh, I'm getting paid to talk
Hey you, you don't get paid a muhfuckin' dime to be on my page, lil' dawg
It's true, I might as well hit up your muhfuckin' mom and tell that ho, "Suck me off"
Yeah, 'cause I let the racks talk
Yeah, I be with the racks, boss