Once Upon ft. Double OO & Peter Sparker Beats Lyrics

Once upon a time in the south

Was a half black baby with some gold in his mouth

He ain't play but he can run a route

Not the weatherman but can get you through a drought

They be old and still pitching with no mound

They Cal Ripken

That 40 Cal will rip him if play with me now

Getting DJ money so I'm barely rapping now

He got to pay me double just play with some vowels

Remember it like yesterday

They told me turn it down

Now pay me just to turn it up

I Copt a pack and burn it up

Burn marks all on the furniture

Outside is like the furnace up

It get hot in Central Florida bruh

The sun go down

The guns come up

I'm from the south so

Everybody always keep one tucked

If I finger fuck

That Nina bust

That white bus clean him up

He thinking he beating me

He smoking dust just hang it up

You can't afford to fuck a order up

I'm paid to switch my border up

Weed smoke is burning up my corneas

If I fail I'll pick a corner bruh

Grab suit and stick for the coroner

The muscle is American

The Passenger a foreigner

Vroom

Once upon a time in the south

Was a half black baby with some gold in his mouth

He ain't play but he can run a route

Not the weatherman but can get you through a drought

You prolly ain't gonna get shit

Man I'm going to Walmart getting new shit

So you rather mother fucking spend your money with them

Than me

Yes

Your own blood? boy what the fuck

Man you a bitch

You a bitch

You a bitch You a bitch

Once upon a time in the south

Was a half black baby with some gold in his mouth

He ain't play but he can run a route

Not the weatherman but can get you through a drought