F*** The Other Side
I'm on my way nigga
Fuck the otha side
That side ain't shit
Niggas can't fuck with me
Now It's a Special way I fold my flag
And I'll bust ya head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up)
Cause bitch I'm Alive
Yeah and I can't even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high
I'm doin' sign language, Screamin fuck the other side
Flawgin' ass niggas ain't nuttin but some liars
We beat niggas have bitches like god
Them boys in that all black wild
Mouths get wide
An bitches get dumb
And bodies gettin lef in the middle a da club
And yeah we love dro
More den any otha hoe
Guns standin from the ceilin to the mothafuckin flo'
An we get it an we go it's like we get it from da sto'
Leave it in the weight house with a dickey full a blow (My Nigga)
Fuck The Other Side
And I'll say it twice, Fuck The other Side
We in this bitch deep smellin like a pound
And if you really want it you can get it right now
Now everybody like why you do it like that
Why the hell every day you be in that all black
Fresh Pair of J's and you kno they all black
Still posted in the hood with my dawgs countin stacks
This Shit ain't nothin new, they know how I do it homes
Seven tre (73) Big body sittin on chrome
Hood On Swole, Everybody on lean
I'm Smokin on Dro with a Hoodrat Bitch
Goons on the line and they ain't got shit
But we good over here, tell em get like this
Standin in the trap with my lil' young jits
Gettin off sacks, what you know about this Bout This
Yo you don't really want it, cause you can really get it
You can catch me in that dickie or that 305 fitted
I ain't worried bout a busta, I Ain't worried bout a hoe
If a nigga try me than I'm gonna kill that mothafucka
Fuck the other side, I ain't gotta say it twice
All I do is say it once and my niggas on point
And Then you see them black flags, turn into them black masks
Niggas pullin' choppas out, like they off in baghdad put em in a black bag go and get ya check cashed if ya yell at anybody ya might get ya neck slashed now there's a special I hold my mack yeah yo there's a special way I fold my cash
Fuck the otha side
That side ain't shit
Niggas can't fuck with me
Now It's a Special way I fold my flag
And I'll bust ya head if it's bout dat cash
Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol up)
A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up)
Cause bitch I'm Alive
Yeah and I can't even lie
You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high
I'm doin' sign language, Screamin fuck the other side
Flawgin' ass niggas ain't nuttin but some liars
We beat niggas have bitches like god
Them boys in that all black wild
Mouths get wide
An bitches get dumb
And bodies gettin lef in the middle a da club
And yeah we love dro
More den any otha hoe
Guns standin from the ceilin to the mothafuckin flo'
An we get it an we go it's like we get it from da sto'
Leave it in the weight house with a dickey full a blow (My Nigga)
Fuck The Other Side
And I'll say it twice, Fuck The other Side
We in this bitch deep smellin like a pound
And if you really want it you can get it right now
Now everybody like why you do it like that
Why the hell every day you be in that all black
Fresh Pair of J's and you kno they all black
Still posted in the hood with my dawgs countin stacks
This Shit ain't nothin new, they know how I do it homes
Seven tre (73) Big body sittin on chrome
Hood On Swole, Everybody on lean
I'm Smokin on Dro with a Hoodrat Bitch
Goons on the line and they ain't got shit
But we good over here, tell em get like this
Standin in the trap with my lil' young jits
Gettin off sacks, what you know about this Bout This
Yo you don't really want it, cause you can really get it
You can catch me in that dickie or that 305 fitted
I ain't worried bout a busta, I Ain't worried bout a hoe
If a nigga try me than I'm gonna kill that mothafucka
Fuck the other side, I ain't gotta say it twice
All I do is say it once and my niggas on point
And Then you see them black flags, turn into them black masks
Niggas pullin' choppas out, like they off in baghdad put em in a black bag go and get ya check cashed if ya yell at anybody ya might get ya neck slashed now there's a special I hold my mack yeah yo there's a special way I fold my cash
Credits
Writer(s): Maurice Young, Buddy Long, Teiron Robinson, Davevon Rackley
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