Southpaw

Sh sh sh sh
Ha ha ha ha

Ay
Nigga who is you
The way niggas talking niggas must think they bulletproof
Who need hammy, I got hammy
Let's do the dude
They see OFF-WHITE on me but on god, this ain't nothin' new
(Ay)
Ain't no chillin' when around y'all
I got 556 fuck yo southpaw
Heard they hating on the gang
That's that clown talk
They see RTB
All this drippin' we done drowned y'all

Plot thicken, huh
On the face, mean mug
Opps clickin' up
Give a fuck
Team up
I could only give a fuck about them blue, green bucks
Nigga, clean up
Got yo bitch hemmed up
I'll State Farm a nigga bro's not quick enough
I served that nigga wock but it was not thick enough
I could only give a fuck about them blues
I need chicken
I need them hunnids, on god

Don't be asking why them niggas ain't wit' me
4K, why you leave
Cuz, he he tried to do me shitty
Ay
Lil bro, big bro
Both bros wit' it
Ay
Lift pole, hit yo bro
Get 'em gone, nigga
Ay
Pop out
You said he was slippin'
You trippin' then bounce out
Bounce out wit' the glock beatboxing his ass out
Niggas broke, wonder what that's like
Active in the cut yelling out that's right
Ay
You said he was slippin'
You trippin' then bounce out
Lil brody specialize in slippin' the mask down
762's, 556's and mac rounds

How wanna eat
Bring the Mac out
5'5"
This a big a mop
Bring the Shaq out
Told my son if they play then imma spray somethin'
E gone put a beam on his head and go face hunting
Niggas tryna drill me (What that really mean)
Niggas tryna kill me, nigga
I don't trust anything
Niggas always wanna play ball 'til that glock bounce
If I take a fade then run away 'cos I got glock now
Ay
Niggas tryna kill me
What that really mean
Niggas tryna kill me
Don't trust anything
Niggas always playin' ball 'til that glock bounce
If I take a fade
Run away
'Cos I got glock now

Shorty crying in the morning 'cos I gotta go (Ay, ay)
Begging me to stay, fool
But she already know (On God)
That my heart is cold
Really I'm without a soul (No cap)
Clutching on the pole going down the rabbit hole
Did a drill the other day and it's been on my conscience
Airing out the whole block
The mean side is monstrous
Lock and load the glizzy, double back, and then we pop his dome
Boy I'm like a grizzly on the track
You better watch the throne
Sippin' on the Henny at the same time I'm hella stoned
Still I'm always busy in the trap playing on my phone
30 clips rippin' through the air
They poppin' out the chrome
I don't fuck wit' new friends, baby
You need to leave me lone
(Stop beating round the bush, I ain't come to play)
Bro I pull up wit' them blicks, I ain't come to fade
Ay
Sliding deep wit' the gang in this Escalade
(Doing drills in some shit that was tailor made)



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Writer(s): Elijah Jones
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