Way Down South - LoKo

We do it in the south

(where the south at)

Way down south

Puffin' on them blunts

It’s time for the cream of the crop

The rise to the top

My clique got Major Bank

Comin' out the south pop rocks, fill the sky

Rise above the rest, see my nuts is too big in size we do the tests

Mr. Feel Good, painted gold

I would take another hit, but I’m already baked

End of scene this dick, but super stores

My homie Big OOMP and something starvin' Marvin'

In the back with the plaques of skunk and sippin' more

No love for you playas', the haters will roll

Now I’ll step with, see it ain’t no thing to clown

I be the G from tha LC (Lo Clan)

Way down south the ATL

(Pre-Hook):

That’s where I be

That’s where I dwell

That’s where dem' G’s ride drop tops

And taco sells

I got this show and tell bout' the southerns

Homies be puffing on dem' blunts puffin' gangsta hits

(Hook):

Way Down South, this be by the southerns

We be puffin' on dem blunts puffin' gangsta hits (3x)

Southern players be ridin' D’s, rollin' on tripple G’s

Smokin' on oouuwwee

I can barely breathe

As we turn down at Simpson Road, whiskin' that dough

I got a whole load of caine' to get them out of their clothes

My homie knows, got the smoke, on some of these can’t even ride Warranty on

the P, guaranteed to get you high

You need to find some i can feel some

Still puffin' 20 blunts and man they keep comin'

It feels funny, hear these fools claim my label

Busters ain’t even down

I hear them busters hollar ATL, but they ain’t from my town

If you don’t know us, go before us

We talk 45's they will do the talkin' for us

(Hook):

Way Down South, this be by the southerns

We be puffin' on dem blunts puffin' gangsta hits (3x)

This is how we ball in the south, back up and give me room

I got somethin' for you outlaw G’s, busters too

Let me school these fools bout' the city where I’m from (ATL)

If you’re comin' with that witness, homie don’t even come

Somethin' the south be craving we won’t attack

Yeah we got the Macs but we also got them Gats and facts

Heard it, figures, ya’ll may got some G’s, but the south got

Dem' killas'

With triggers ain’t low key backin' the Gat

With pounds of bank, pockets fat with Major Bank

What you think?

Playas full of papers and cash

Mr. Rob Banks baby, I was down for the blast

Watch your ass ain’t no need to flod your plex

Partner just back up on my nuts and give my city respect

To ATL

(Pre-Hook):

That’s where I be

That’s where I dwell

That’s where dem' G’s ride drop tops

And taco sells

I got this show and tell bout' the southerns

Homies be puffing on dem' blunts puffin' gangsta hits

(Hook):

Way Down South, this be by the southerns

We be puffin' on dem blunts puffin' gangsta hits (3x)

(Outro):

Hell yeah, yeah shawty, shawty

What’s up lil' buddy

Nothin' but that south

I know it’s country, but vibe your head to it

Where the south at

Where the south at, yo

Yo represent, represent

Where the south at

Where the south at

ATL, A — Town

Yeah Loko da' Lunatic from that Big Oomp Camp checkin' in

Show these busters how we do it way down south

Top Quality Productions

Sammy Sam

Intoxicated

Baby D, Lil C

My partner Slim J, Lo Clan

Everybody in the whole A Town

Everybody just need to take a trip down south