Video Southern Twang de Ajruinedmyrecord 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Ajruinedmyrecord - Southern Twang Lyrics

[Intro]
(Bless y'all, MoneyTon)

[Verse 1]
This my life, that's who I'ma live it for
Lost my mind the day I lost my nigga, boy
Don't be lyin', get cut off like some scissors for it
Head held high, need you to pay attention, Lord
It'll take time and I'll wait every minute for it
Just another try, I always gotta give it more
I know things ain't gon' always go my way, but that's okay, 'cause if it can't, it wasn't for me anyway
I never worry what they say, just as long as rent get paid
They always told me that I wouldn't be right where I am today
So fuck what a hater say
Took the jet to Salt Lake just to put top on the tape
I'm inevitably great, yeah
This my life, that's who I'ma livе it for
Lost my mind the day I lost my nigga, boy

[Verse 2]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, what?
Fuck a Madonna, I go mamba, I go beastie
I lеft the BnB, pull up fresh in a tea tree
Keep it discreet, not in the street, just be my sneak link
Ayy, sneak link (Ayy, sneak link), ayy, sneak link (You my sneak link)
Ayy, sneak link (You my sneak link), ayy, sneak link (You my sneak link)
Ayy, sneak link (You my sneak link), uh, ayy, sneak link (You my sneak)
Uh, ayy, sneak link (Ayy)
I heard they sneak dissin'
They want me dead locked in the feds, well, nigga, keep wishin'
I stand on ten, I stand on, yeah, I stand on fee business
She tryna slide, I get behind and I go deep in it
I'm just gon' keep winnin'
Bitch, how could I lose? I'm at the top like I grew
Up in your spot, me and my crew, up it a notch, look what I do
Strike like a match box, that's why the track hot
Stood on your blacktop, y'all on your laptop
I don't text back thots, I give 'em back shots
I'm on a whole 'nother wave, niggas can't stop
I'm on a new level
Bussin' her down, new bezel
Trickin' you how? You let her
If you knew bette, you do better
Huh, hey, on this side, this shit ain't safe
It's a homicide, broad day
Man, them niggas probably try to kill me if they see how much I make
Niggas try to call me fake when they had food on they plate and they ask me if I ate, nothin'
Huh, this shit ain't just for the fame, gotta give my bro a chain
I just made this ho my main, said she like my Southern twang
Know she got my back, keep her on track, that's how I'm runnin' things
Lil' mama too fine, and yeah, she slime my bitch gone up and bang
[Outro]
Strike like a match box, that's why the track hot
Stood on your blacktop, y'all on your laptop
I don't text back thots, I give 'em back shots
I'm on a whole 'nother wave, niggas can't stop
I'm on a—