Song Description

uptempo club banger

Lyrics

Chorus-Maserati crankin is mulla dough I'm think of why you have to think em up anyway thank ya bruh. North south east west, damn boy do that there and north south east west damn girl do that there.

Verse 1: North south east west watch a nigga do his thang throwing out that money and its coming back like bomerangs damn boy you insane you cant buy this anywhere, you looking for a nigga alabama boy is plenty there . yeah. rep your city yeah rep your hood. whether you gripin on tht pine or you grip that wood. NJB go ahead tell these niggas my K is my baby and is gonna wet these niggas from georgia cali texas houston I travel autopilot baby Im just crusine boy hit atlanta foot on that maserati quarter pounder cush and a pint of gin right beside me got the cop all behind me playin hide and seek come and find me one track mind put my dick up in something slimy. no way jose im fuckin with the po-po hit that maserati leave them eatin on their ho-ho.

Verse 2: North south east west boo smith stunt on em i stay hungry so imma have lunch on em. face in the wind like a dog when I stunt on em and yes ladies im a dog so i hunch on em. and imma get it in and i do this everyday and the dro's in the wind im fucked up everyway i said everyway ok just all the time got tired of riding the bench so I ate all the pine boo smith out is mine. nigga what you think bout blow out is mine now we readin what you think about one count two count three count... freeze.. now take a count out and add stack you got G's. throw it in the chevy her name's tangerine squeeze and thats if i dont have a real need for speed mink coat in the club man got me feelin xcited haters i love it when you start talkin shit about it.

Verse 3: Rude boy to this rap game on point most niggas cant do the same. Man you cant do the same fire balls lukane. dont you get sick of losin im the one choosin AOG ferrari blowin D Marley shut down the party right b4 it started country boy drinkin aristocrats bicardi once upon a time scotch tape 8 tracks play that we call it underground lace tracks throat dry coughin cant say jack wont fade to black stay chill relax gettin more bills dancin on that pole high heels she ill poppin blue pills throw that money up bitches fall down throw that money down they still on the ground dont drown A's up G's down watch it get heavy known in the hood like 2-11.