[Intro]
Right about now, you're rolling
With Y. Dot and Fugi
Man's had enough, so I'm showing you
No more playing around
No more games, listen
[?] club, raise your glass
[?], spark your spliff
Just get played on the radio, turn it up
It's a South ting

[Chorus: Dot Rotten] x4
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go brap
Show them man there that you're not shook

[Verse 1: Fugi]
I'm a Nigerian warrior
[?] for Arsenal, the game
I came out of nowhere and I stole the game
They wanted to clash and now you bitch
Because I stole your fame

[Verse 2: Dot Rotten]
I don't wanna have to take it to roll the game
When you ain't a badman on no terrain
So if you screw, I'll leave you with no remains
And don't waste time out, no delays

[Verse 3: Fugi & Dot Rotten]
So, know what you're saying
[?], know what you're playing
Waste guys on the road, we're known for slaying
To the [?] fam, you're known for praying
[?]
On the Glock, bussing shots, we know you ain't
For all this gun crime, the music can't be blamed
And we can't be tamed
We're on a another level, call us the Super Saiyans

[Chorus: Dot Rotten] x2
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go brap
Show them man there that you're not shook

[Verse 4: Fugi]
It's I, I got no limitation
Let me give a quick demonstration
[?], you're difficult like multiplication
[?]
Stop trying to cover because it's imitidating
I don't feel manipulated by your intimidation
I'm Fugi, repping the whole of my generation
Being on top of the world is my destination
Too many young youts got no invitation
No property, more invasion
That's why man have bodied you like the armed operations
No job, no qualifications
No home, no dedication
Moving over baiting faces
I'm known all over the station
It completely gets [?]
Then I'm back for the streets
Back to the same old shit

[Chorus: Dot Rotten] x2
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go brap
Show them man there that you're not shook

[Verse 5: Dot Rotten]
Yo, I've been patiently waiting to shine
Now a certain man's knows I'm taking the grime
It needs to be changeable, waiting for time
Still ain't changed, bare guys on grime have got no game
They don't wanna lose so they go worldwide
Yet you got no name
Putting nursery rhyme tunes on a mixtape
It's bait that them boys have got no shame
And I've always been told "no pain, no gain"
So, I won't try use my pace with cocaine
If it comes down to it, I'll burst a burner
Burn the clothes and vacate, I ghost fade
You don't wanna clash, you'll get burned like propane
If I draw the ting, you'll see red like [?]
So, don't talk because it's Dot and not [?]
I don't wanna have to leave your head with no brain

[Chorus: Dot Rotten] x2
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go brap
Show them man there that you're not shook

[Verse 6: Fugi]
Who do you think you're fooling?
I'm not one of them foolish fools that are balling
Brand new [?] forming
Your flow will get disarmed and [?]
Quick live brainstorm before you storm in
[?]
You can go call it, call
We can get it on like cowboys and Indians talking

[Verse 7: Dot Rotten]
[?] don't talk my real name
And I wouldn't have to leave your boys with no brain
It's cold in the road but there ain't no rain
I used to let shots through your window pane
You, you ain't holding whip like no crane
Fire and mutilate your arms with no sprain
And it won't be an accident when you're in an [?]
In a coma, you won't get no claim

[Chorus: Dot Rotten] x6
If you're from dirty South, salute
And you got a bandanna to match your tracksuit
And a man screws, pull up the ting go brap
Show them man there that you're not shook