Lyrics:
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
The differences is, lil' nigga I listen
I ain't tryna sign, I'ma stay independent
Now open your eyes, hope you pay attention
I copped me a coupe and it come wit'
beef with a side of fries
Goddamn it, I'm ill, I'm the sickest fuck
I need a Range Rover and a Bentley Truck
I do a lil too much, now, I'm out of luck
I
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
will
Wowzer, didn't know,It was so many cowards
Rags to riches,see use my rags, for taking showers,a dinosaur
South Side legend you know that's Mike
to fall off
But I keep a shooter on deck
And that boy he a ball hog
Came straight out south side
And they love me like fat pat
Always known to keep a fat
a smile on her face
Nah things ain't been okay
She say she wanna leave and now I'm begging her to stay
Cuz I'm Mr. Brightside
I hide all my dark sides
get it? Bitch, I'm booksmart
No keys needed 'cause boy I'm ready, let me push start
I took part by all means necessary
Promised my people that I
gonna be hypnotized
Silencer is the one that terrorized
When you see come around you better step a side
S-A-N-D-I-E-G-O
Fuckin bitches every day I
the low blows dammit
I show flows and poke ho's that's s'posed to be yours
Seein my haters in a dark alley tormented by mine
Dodgin the Tech Nine
Now here's
'm big in the south
Just for you we can figure it out
Black men don't cheat, you was blessed with the mouth
Them smooth lips bring addiction, I be digging
looking for nikki
Whenever she is around, you know I come quickly
Vivid memories of Chicago, south side where I go
From Reggies to The House of Blues,
gon slide in a Benz or maybe a rarri yea
Neck on froze neck on froze
I'm livin in the South Pole
This bitch nasty
She wanna lick on my stones
Ima
like 1999
And all my guys all by my side
He a lame he playing both sides
He say that he gang but I know that's a lie
He don't got no sticks he can't join
My lil ting, she bae as fuck
My shawty the shit
I know that she with it
Stay by my side, im staying committed
You're the one I want, Jagiya
You're
need that Whoa
Stop
Move side to side
Boo bob shoo bop
That’s hot
On god, my my
I, do not reply
To none of, these thots
I got you by my side, right?
survival every mornin' when I rise.
So many murders and homicides in front of my eyes.
It's just some ballin'-ass niggas down to die for the West Side
we was taught
Front porch, hill side have some fuuuuun
Ye Ha's, go mudding, she's the one
So we country to the core, it aint no stoppin the truck
The girl from the south can steal your heart away
She has the kind of beauty you don't see everyday
Yeah that one is special, there's a twinkle in
fly
And that's why I supposed to keep her closer
Right by the side, toaster in the holster
And now she with Loso (uh), 'case you didn't know so (uh)
Nothing sad as that day my girl father past away
So I promised to Mr. Rainey I'm gonna marry your daughter
And you know I gotta thank you for the way that
in the door, pedal to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim is to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
Got a tank full of gas,
y'all who ain't heard of him
Mr. M.O.E
The bar baby
Who was a south side living legend
Of third ward
Bone hard
Street veteran
And it all started
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
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