Southside
Look at yo' feed on my timeline
Bitch, I got the bars, no Wifi
Look at the top, skyline
Look at the mop, wet sign
Doin' my shit got no time
Boutta go live it's show time
And we got an army, no frontline
This some real shit, not online
Splittin' the scraps with the homies you get none
G on the belt with a strap, no handgun
Apple on the back, that shit no Samsung
End of the match, and I'm really boutta slam dunk
Talk about knives cause you know that I fucked up
Louis and the Balmains, gotta keep it tucked in
Cookin' in the stud' with the homies that I fuck with
Eyes on the money, cause the haters ain't worth it
And they want smoke cause I'm bustin'
Pickin up change that I drop off
In the rap game cause I'm hustling
Rappers like Lil Pump knockoffs
Young in the hills, no Kanye
Put me in a vid like an anime
Trynna be a clone but we not the same
You a little fool keep it that way
Sayin' that u made it but u only made it halfway
I'm the king of rap better do whatever I say
No good shit, Imma say it in a bad way
Fuck Kodak Black, that shit is a bad name
Get the fuck outta here, no Pierre
Had a homegirl with 60 pairs
In 2020, I'm a millionaire
Shoutout the homeboy, Phil Sinclair
Yuh, Yuh
We got drizzle on this shit
And we popping off it
I be making profit
I will never stop it
Imma forget about you when I'm famous, I won't secure the bag
Talkin' mad shit, when I'm balling, it's your fault then, I will never bring you back
Camo and the cacti, we the bad guys, zero bad sight, black eye, adlib, southside
Camo in the backseat, fuck the police, badge on the black tee, falling asleep
Imma forget about you when I'm famous, I won't secure the bag
Talkin' mad shit, when I'm balling, it's your fault then, I will never bring you back
Camo and the cacti, we the bad guys, zero bad sight, black eye, adlib, southside
Camo in the backseat, fuck the police, badge on the black tee, falling asleep
All this money talk, where yo bag at?
Ten toes down, man I never lack
At my house, if you wonder where yo bitch at
And I watch her give me head while I sit back
Feed me to the wolves, now I lead the pack
Layin' down the wood, I'm a lumberjack
Fuck her crazy, now she callin' me a maniac
Give her good dick, she don't know how to act
Them red beams aiming right at your cardiac
Pull-up to the scene, mask on, pitch black
Remember I was down, but I bounced back
Soon I'll be posted up countin' hunnid racks
Say what I want, I don't hold back
Got a tunnel vision, no Kodak
Only chase a bag, no cap
Hottest nigga out and you know that
Yuh, Yuh
We got drizzle on this shit
And we popping off it
I be making profit
I will never stop it
Imma forget about you when I'm famous, I won't secure the bag
Talkin' mad shit, when I'm balling, it's your fault then, I will never bring you back
Camo and the cacti, we the bad guys, zero bad sight, black eye, adlib, southside
Camo in the backseat, fuck the police, badge on the black tee, falling asleep
Imma forget about you when I'm famous, I won't secure the bag
Talkin' mad shit, when I'm balling, it's your fault then, I will never bring you back
Camo and the cacti, we the bad guys, zero bad sight, black eye, adlib, southside
Camo in the backseat, fuck the police, badge on the black tee, falling asleep
Bitch, I got the bars, no Wifi
Look at the top, skyline
Look at the mop, wet sign
Doin' my shit got no time
Boutta go live it's show time
And we got an army, no frontline
This some real shit, not online
Splittin' the scraps with the homies you get none
G on the belt with a strap, no handgun
Apple on the back, that shit no Samsung
End of the match, and I'm really boutta slam dunk
Talk about knives cause you know that I fucked up
Louis and the Balmains, gotta keep it tucked in
Cookin' in the stud' with the homies that I fuck with
Eyes on the money, cause the haters ain't worth it
And they want smoke cause I'm bustin'
Pickin up change that I drop off
In the rap game cause I'm hustling
Rappers like Lil Pump knockoffs
Young in the hills, no Kanye
Put me in a vid like an anime
Trynna be a clone but we not the same
You a little fool keep it that way
Sayin' that u made it but u only made it halfway
I'm the king of rap better do whatever I say
No good shit, Imma say it in a bad way
Fuck Kodak Black, that shit is a bad name
Get the fuck outta here, no Pierre
Had a homegirl with 60 pairs
In 2020, I'm a millionaire
Shoutout the homeboy, Phil Sinclair
Yuh, Yuh
We got drizzle on this shit
And we popping off it
I be making profit
I will never stop it
Imma forget about you when I'm famous, I won't secure the bag
Talkin' mad shit, when I'm balling, it's your fault then, I will never bring you back
Camo and the cacti, we the bad guys, zero bad sight, black eye, adlib, southside
Camo in the backseat, fuck the police, badge on the black tee, falling asleep
Imma forget about you when I'm famous, I won't secure the bag
Talkin' mad shit, when I'm balling, it's your fault then, I will never bring you back
Camo and the cacti, we the bad guys, zero bad sight, black eye, adlib, southside
Camo in the backseat, fuck the police, badge on the black tee, falling asleep
All this money talk, where yo bag at?
Ten toes down, man I never lack
At my house, if you wonder where yo bitch at
And I watch her give me head while I sit back
Feed me to the wolves, now I lead the pack
Layin' down the wood, I'm a lumberjack
Fuck her crazy, now she callin' me a maniac
Give her good dick, she don't know how to act
Them red beams aiming right at your cardiac
Pull-up to the scene, mask on, pitch black
Remember I was down, but I bounced back
Soon I'll be posted up countin' hunnid racks
Say what I want, I don't hold back
Got a tunnel vision, no Kodak
Only chase a bag, no cap
Hottest nigga out and you know that
Yuh, Yuh
We got drizzle on this shit
And we popping off it
I be making profit
I will never stop it
Imma forget about you when I'm famous, I won't secure the bag
Talkin' mad shit, when I'm balling, it's your fault then, I will never bring you back
Camo and the cacti, we the bad guys, zero bad sight, black eye, adlib, southside
Camo in the backseat, fuck the police, badge on the black tee, falling asleep
Imma forget about you when I'm famous, I won't secure the bag
Talkin' mad shit, when I'm balling, it's your fault then, I will never bring you back
Camo and the cacti, we the bad guys, zero bad sight, black eye, adlib, southside
Camo in the backseat, fuck the police, badge on the black tee, falling asleep
Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Kravtsov
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