It's just another day in Heaven South And it's just another day in Heaven South Subwoofers booming like cannons in a square Beer battered chicken, sweet ice tea Night crawlers, crickets and a Zebco 33 Old Glory waving at you As you're driving by the

La la la la la Baby I'm a dog (I'm a dog), beware (beware) I'll do whatever, however I want (I want) So yippie yah (yippie yah)oh yeah (oh yeah) Now put your hands in the air and whip your hair and go Boom shakalaka when I drop all of my apples, say

Why not believe in me? You got to believe in somethin' Doodle wop a-rat-a-tat boom Take the chain off your brain I'll make the sound of a jet plane zoom I'll make the sound of a fire What have I, I done to you To make you mean And treat me the way you do?

Metro Boomin said he got me, yeah All these rappers try to copy, yeah Stick to ice, don't play no hockey, yeah My strap is black and hot like coffee, yeah I'm goin' fast, you can't stop me, yeah Heard your album, break weed on a copy, yeah I used to want

Oh Anthonio, my Anthonio Do you ever Do you ever feel ashamed? Do you ever wonder where I am now? Do you even feel a thing? Overtime and overdue (due) Ain't no sleep, that is old news (old news) Been outside, that's with the crew (yeah) Made my night up

15 racks, 20 racks, 30 racks, I got them bands Rocks with the ice on my shirt and them D&G pants Ice on my neck and no I didn't get no advance Bitch you know I'm tryna fuck and I don't wanna dance Now I can't go to the mall 'cause they know who I am I

Hangin' off my earlobes is a rock (a rock) Hangin' off my waistline is a Glock (pop, pop) The body in that casket was a opp (21) I don't throw no bottles, I throw shots (21) All this drip on me, I need a mop (21) Balenciaga boxers and the socks (on God)

Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (blow it) Flood all my bitches in that (that way) I'm in the projects without Pat (ayy) My jewelry leave 'em blind like bats (bling) Diamonds for her in the back (blaow) Hit that lil' bitch from the back (she stacked) Ask

I was just trying to be cool I was just trying to be like you I'm a spark and you're a boom What am I supposed to do? And that weekend up in the islands They stop and stare Flashes filling the silence Of a Hollywood love affair Waking up in the islands

I be on the moon, by myself They say that they real but I can't tell That's why I got this Glocky by my belt If you try to stop me, won't end well Fuck up the scene, yeah, fuck up the scene, yeah Uzi wan' party he say he got bitches and I got the beans