SouthSide

Too many that's showing love but they acting like opps so it's fuck em
I keep a eye on ones who claiming they love me cause I never trust em
And I'm feeling noid so watch how you moving cause I just might clutch it & bust it
And all these hoes trying to bring me comfort but that shit don't mean nothin'
Cause yea you got some good head and some good pussy but I don't need fuckin
All these hoes talking bout what they bring to the table but I never see nothin
I remember days they was talkin bout why I ain't bring nothin'
So I woke up in the morning I broke down a pint and I whipped me a clean onion
Nigga can't even much hang around the O if he ain't gone bleed none
Don't run off with that pack just bring that shit back cause loyalty mean something
When you start popping that money start coming
Them hoes start flocking that greed coming
Better go strap with that iron cause I already feel the heat coming
I seen a opp and I shouldn't crash so I just cried in the car like I'm red
Pillows just for sleeping in bed, I cannot talk to a hoe I ain't Ted
Po'in a 4 of that Wok or that Red, rolling up smoking one straight to head
Know how I play it, no I ain't scared
One in the head, cause SouthSide where a nigga still stay at bitch

I'm from that bottom of that bottom
Southside of my city
We use to sit in bandos roll up doja and get sticky
You see in my eyes I'm lifted
But I can't lift my shirt
Cause that's I hid burner and that's where I stash my work
But now days that shit side a ways cause I'm the one selling that merch
But I'm still plugged in with them bows
16 a bow, 16 a verse
I can't let my momma see me in back of no hearse
Cause where I'm from these niggas
GRAAT BOP
Don't ask no question first

Some niggas and some niggas hate it
But I can care less cause I'm focused on paper
I could less bout yo bitch and that lil bitty pussy
I want it I get to it later
Felony pending still popping my laser
I know niggas envy I can't let them take it
Roll a 3.5 of that Za and I face it
I keep it too real and these niggas be faking
I'm smoking this dope and it's smelling real fragrant
Got a white bitch and she look like Topanga
I lost some niggas it built me some anger
Trap do magic it feel like Chris Angel
Freak her mind I'm keeping it player
Watch ya mouth and watch how you say it
Born 16 I'm selling a bow or selling a hoe
I ain't doing no favors
Pull up and shop cause we having them flavors
Roll up a paper I'm keeping it Tailored
Either be C.O.D. or you B.Y.E. cause I swear that I ain't doing no saving
He was a lame they threw him right up out the game
Like that nigga caught him a flagrant
Bow of exotic and Bond 9 yea bitch that be my lil fragrance
Lost my OG so I put him in diamonds
A Rollie or carty don't know it's just timing
Who blowing harder than me oh you lying
I'm busting a lick or I'm busting a rhyme
If you potna can give you the bow
If I don't know you can't front you a dime
On the southside get big like a giant
Still screaming long live DeeCo and Jyren bitch

I'm from that bottom of that bottom
Southside of my city
We use to sit in bandos roll up doja and get sticky
You see in my eyes I'm lifted
But I can't lift my shirt
Cause that's I hid burner and that's where I stash my work
But now days that shit side a ways cause I'm the one selling that merch
But I'm still plugged in with them bows
16 a bow, 16 a verse
I can't let my momma see me in back of no hearse
Cause where I'm from these niggas
GRAAT BOP
Don't ask no question first

Yea long live DeeCo long live lil Jyren
Long live Lenny long live lil Ronald
Long live the locs nigga
You know what I'm saying
Free the guys free Mad free TY free BG bitch
You know what I'm saying
Free then guys down that road
For ain't doing what told but they gone come home swole
You know the southside been bout money