Southside shit
Whole lotta fuck shit going on
Staying away, chasing a bag, for real
Okayyy
Pour up in Maybach then I hit the dash
Pour up in fast car then I hit the dash
Does she really love me, or she love me for the rubber bands?
You my sandbox brother, how you hatin'? I don't understand
All these numbers in my cup
I need more switches, more drums
Don't know who I could trust
We be chasin' n— down, they runnin' out of luck
You can't name a block that they blicky never touched
He ain't been on a PJ, so I'ma show you
We ain't have n— show you, opps, what I'ma show you
What our life like
Back to back flights, show you that we living life
All this killing but I always stood tall
Don't like catching cases, they be selling fentanyl
Just know we knock it off
I get headaches, pop two percs
Let that shit be tylenol
Nothing gon make me change up
I seen the realest change up
Money ain't changing how I live
I'm really Hollywood
I bust down all these faces on me, so that broski do it
Cuz we seen n— out there, didn't like doin' all the shooting
And when that pressure fall on you, yeah you better choose up
I'm the n— who the one, everybody knew us
You roll with me, you better shoot
They see me, they gon shoot some, for real
Pour up in Maybach then I hit the dash
Pour up in fast car then I hit the dash
Does she really love me, or she love me for the rubber bands?
You my sandbox brother, how you hatin'? I don't understand
All these numbers in my cup
I need more switches, more drums
Don't know who I could trust
We be chasin' n— down, they runnin' out of luck
You can't name a block that they blicky never touched