Southbound

Southbound, Southbound
(Smoking that gas)
Still loud, Still loud
(Imma just pass)
No time, No time
(For me to stop)
So come thru, come thru
(She gimme that top)

I don't need tats on my face
Your novia my dinner plate
Cruising on the interstate
I'm never leaving LA
Dodger blue still running deep
Homie high like Galaxy
Holly still the place to be
And I been smoking on a dream
Aye
Triplets I never indulge in
Don't have connections or nothing
And I'm still cooking, I'm Ramsey
Not gonna let you down easy
Chopping the beats, Samurai
Working so hard, Sakurai
DM your bitch, I'm the guy
I get what I want not polite

No stress, no stress
I'm still floating
Your babe, your babe
Always let me in

Southbound, Southbound
(Smoking that gas)
Still loud, Still loud
(Imma just pass)
No time, No time
(For me to stop)
So come thru, come thru
(She gimme that top)

They said make it slap, yuh
I done brought it back, aye
Your girl make it clap, aye
I don't hold a mac, nah
Blurs III, no sleep
All credits I still keep
Under all these palm trees
Mobbin, sippin lowkey

I got ambitions so don't test the rose from the hood
These fuckers nyquil and they sleeping more than they should
You leased out a bimmer with no money just to flex
I got homies from the south that only aim for heads

I don't put up with the lack of love or racism
I'm so Salvi, they trippin
I'm still Rosey and we swerving down south
And we swerving down south
And we swerving down

Southbound, Southbound
(Smoking that gas)
Still loud, Still loud
(Imma just pass)
No time, No time
(For me to stop)
So come thru, come thru
(She gimme that top)