NXT Lumberjacks

La música de Harry Fraud



Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Look)



What's the sense of it all?

Pimpin', powder and pussy, tryna make pennies

Seen niggas lie on the stand, guess hell ain't harder than prison

Who knows? In the '90s, a traffic stop get you tickets, a joke

Now they find you a traffic stop, get you riddled with holes

We be livin' too fast, we be sippin' it slow

One of my niggas was sellin' work, now he sellin' out shows

Ami Jesu, that's growth, pay attention, take note

You over forty and movin' work, better be by the boat

Better be by the dock, better not be by your home

If niggas really wan' hurt you, they gon' leave you alone

'Cause them peoples is comin', where your loyalty, youngin'?

When a rapper say, "Free my nigga," his lawyers get hungry

And everybody wanna be a trap nigga

'Cause them rap trap niggas get paid (Yeah)

And don't nobody want to be a trap trap nigga

When them badge niggas got you on tape, yeah

Art imitatin' life, now y'all just saying lies

Got these suburbanites thinkin' y’all ain't afraid to fight

Right in the mirror cryin' a little, you shakin', right?

Your soul is in prison and there is no visitation rights

Down South slangin' music with these hustlers

Keep it true to self and never sell out with these busters (No)

I ain't finna tap dance, I don't give a fuck though

Keep it true to self and keep it cool when niggas cutthroat, run it



Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters



I got the cocaine lady, white lady by the ki' (Ki')

Ayy, cup full of Texas, poured by the three (Three)

Hopped out the Porsche, went and sold me a P (A P)

Smoke a pussy nigga like I rolled me a leaf (Like a leaf, nigga)

All smoke, put a hole in his teeth (Ayy)

Boom, bop, bam, put a hole in his cheek (Ayy)

Nigga talkin' tough but you a ho in the streets (Ayy)

Come and get knotted, freaky hoes in the sheets (Ayy)

Hustle like a motherfucker (Oh, oh) niggas servin' Scudder Butter (Oh, oh)

Pussy niggas undercover (Oh, oh) and I ain't stutter, motherfucker (Oh, oh)

Hit 'em with the blocka, blocka (Oh, oh) quick to serve me a clocker (Oh, oh)

You borderline dick-suckers (Oh, oh) tryna take some pics, suckers (Oh, let's go)

Baby, make your leg bend, yellow bitch, a red skin

In DC like a Redskin, come and give me head then

My youngins popped a lead in, nigga, swing your dread then

Oh, you wanna tussle? We gon' see how niggas play it then (On God)



Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (Yeah)

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Uh, uh)

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers (Yeah, look)

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters (Maxo, Maxo, Maxo)



Down South slangin' (Huh) servin' all these customers (Uh-huh)

Like Bill, I keep some pills, keep a Heath cliff like Rudy Huxtable (Okay)

On the real, you might get killed

Don't touch my chain 'cause this untouchable

Big Glock nine on my hip

Yeah, I'ma shoot, that bitch ain't cute but she still fuckable (Huh)

Racks on racks, move packs

Sell packs at school, had packs like Lunchables (Alright)

Tote gats on gats, .45s and MACs

We bust our straps at constables (Boom)

Hundred chops, my sack, no phone with her (Ayy)

On Adderall but I'm still functional (Vroom)

Still aired it out at her function though (What?)

That Draco so dysfunctional

Used to be a robber, Igbo Naija boy, go ask Wale (Uh-huh)

Yellow bone on top to give me sloppy toppy as I lay (Suck it)

We pull up on a opp, a chopper rocker hit him while he lay (Boom-boom)

I spend some chips to get you killed, my Crips gon' make you Frito Lay

Bangin', we don't really tussle

If I can't get that thang in then I'm not finna go clubbin' (Hell nah)

Every since my bro got killed, I can't trust shit, I can't trust nothin'

Can't even trust my Crips because a Crip killed Nipsey Hussle (Maxo, Maxo)



Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers

Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters

Clean; TV Edit