Southside
Lil Berete
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Huh, uh, yeah yeah Huh, uh, yeah yeah Wildin', stylin' Run to the money like Sonic, whoa I'm wildin' What the f*ck am I signing? Designer my body I'm stylin' Trap hard 'til I find it (Yeah) Money on your head lil' nigga I don't know why you wildin' Homies that I met They just coming through my drive way (Yeah) It's only my niggas I'ma ride for (Yeah) It's only my niggas I'ma die for (Yeah) But shorty she just trippin' why you lie for? (Yeah) Free my bros out them cages this is my court (Yeah) Back then, yeah I started off with dirty shoes Winter time with some dirty boots I was hanging out in the nerdy school And now I'm with my broskis I'm proud I need a trophy And now she claim she know me Like check the score, like 4-3 My future watch a Rollie They ring my line like "Holy!" Like quit that you don't know me And I'ma keep on going hard 'til they call me OG Never talk to the police, nigga snitching on my homie Shoutout broski Jovi, she ride me like a pony Had to tell her show me, niggas used to hate back then I was lonely Now they wanna show me love, is it cause a nigga up? I'm too high and I'm stuck, shawty wanna give it up Going hard been shittin' luck, STN my clique we up Now she wanna kiss and hug, and now she want a dinner huh She fleeing 'cause I need a f*ck, only real ones in my blood If it bros I got 'nough, red dot it ain't a blush Shawty tryna treat me rough Lil Berete I came klutch, yeah Lil nigga I'm the shit that you can't flush I'm wildin' What the f*ck am I signing? Designer my body I'm stylin' Trap hard 'til I find it (Yeah) Money on your head lil' nigga I don't know why you wildin' Homies that I met They just coming through my drive way (Yeah) It's only my niggas I'ma ride for (Yeah) It's only my niggas I'ma die for (Yeah) But shorty she just trippin' why you lie for? (Yeah) Free my bros out them cages this is my court (Yeah) My niggas they locked for time And I'm still on my grind It's like gold I gotta find These hoes just give their mind Like gold I gotta shine Put a four in the eight no nine Never ate like all night From the bottom yeah I gotta get it For my family yeah I gotta win it Had the green, you can call it spinach J Sav on me, yeah you know we hit him Ice started colder, Spanish bitch like hola I drink the Henn' like it's cola I'm in the sky with a reefa G-side hero with a nina I was on the block with a ball like FIFA Yeah, yeah and I was in the hunt like they can't see us Yeah, I can't stop 'til I get me a freezer From my OG I learned how to nip get the re-up I'm wildin' What the f*ck am I signing? Designer my body I'm stylin' Trap hard 'til I find it (Yeah) Money on your head lil' nigga I don't know why you wildin' Homies that I met They just coming through my drive way (Yeah) It's only my niggas I'ma ride for (Yeah) It's only my niggas I'ma die for (Yeah) But shorty she just trippin' why you lie for? (Yeah) Free my bros out them cages this is my court (Yeah)
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Written by: Yaya Berete
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