They wanna know what's goin' on in the South Pour it more, huh Power, power Tessa, I'm tellin' you, power Now tell that bitch to keep my name about your mama Two womans at the same time, I'm too cool Gucci is your low-key, cuz that mothafucka crib blue Su-woo, Bentley and the Forges, Su-woo, too Hell, I know two Jews, eat a case like it's fast food I ball a T-Rex on these niggas, cuz life's cruel My Jews so cold that you might get the slight flu Birds-eye view, I'm lookin' down at them lil' dudes And if I had to, pussy nigga, I'd rob you You wanna see me lob twenty forges like Cobb do You ain't throwin' a sideline, that's what your job do Gang mentality, I think like the mob do Police brutality, I'm scrapped like a cop, fool My dope bowl do numbers just like my shows do My main dish rollin' for me just like my hoes do These fuckers say they comin' for me with coupe and some soul food I'm out, quest your house and not below with a trunk, fool They wanna know what's goin' on in the South They wanna know what's goin' on in the South In the South In the, in the South Now tell that bitch to keep my name about your mama They wanna know what's goin' on in the South They wanna know what's goin' on in the South In the South In the, in the South Now tell that bitch to keep my name about your mama Even though the radio refuse to give us airplay Bump this *** in your Cadillac, your Cutlass or Boxer Bay Hey, bae, Timothy McVeigh, knock it down like OKCKY And ain't no nigga on your playlist, fuckin' with an A-list Nigga like B-I-G-B-O-I-Y, effortlessly fly I tend to overthink when I eat these bars with y'all Nigga don't even cry, ball to your car when your homies die Pour out a little liquor like one in the sky Don't cry, let the doves do that when the guns go brrrat Now that's what we call the pop life, shoot that They wanna know what's goin' on in the South A nigga kicked back out the house with my flip-flop Song got announced on the couch, floor, back, crack a jaw Open, we all smokin' and some of us even takin' shots Goin' in, jello, Tito, swipe, can't see that brown Ain't your friend, my G, we blow They wanna know what's goin' on in the South Now tell that bitch to keep my name about your mama They wanna know what's goin' on in the South Now tell that bitch to keep my name about your mama Big Chevy spinnin', call the speakers thumpin', yeah, we makin' scene The dirty, dirty in your ear, crystal clean, yeah, we got what you need Big Chevy spinnin', call the speakers thumpin', yeah, we makin' scene The dirty, dirty in your ear, crystal clean, yeah, we got what you need Now tell that bitch to keep my name about your mama Call me, call me, call me daddy bad *** Call me, call me, call me daddy bad *** Call me, call me, call me daddy bad *** Call me, call me, call me daddy bad ***