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Thugg Neck from the Dirty South

[Verse] Gold chain swingin', neck feel heavy, Mud on my boots, grip the wheel in the Chevy. Crawfish boil while the bassline thump, Haters on the block but my crew don't slump. Grimy streets talk, whispers in the swamp, Gators in the creek, steel toe stomp. Banjos hum where the moonshine's brewed, Thugg neck reppin', keep the vibe so crude. [Chorus] Thugg neck, dirty south, let it ring, Thugg neck, gold teeth, do my thing. Thugg neck, whole squad, let 'em shout, We keep it raw, from the dirty south. [Verse 2] Barbecue pit, ribs cooked to the bone, Feds circle 'round, but we still hold our own. Deep fried beats, crispy when it hits, Flow hotter than the grease poppin' off the grits. Camo on my back, rebel heart in my chest, Crawdads crawl while I lay down the rest. Cornbread crumbs on the mic, spit fire, Thugg neck legacy, never retire. [Chorus] Thugg neck, dirty south, let it ring, Thugg neck, gold teeth, do my thing. Thugg neck, whole squad, let 'em shout, We keep it raw, from the dirty south.