Southside Lyrics

Hrrt, baow
On fonem grave
079
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Fuck the opps, they fuck all y'all bitches
(Ayy, who made it? Millan made it)

Uh, headshot, red dot (Red dot), dead opps outside (Yeah, yeah)
Better not let my G-lock crossfire (Grrt, baow)
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline (Offline)
We ball, don’t mind (Don't mind)
Where you from, Southside (I'm from the Southside)
Headshot, red dot, dead opps outside (Outside)
Better not let my G-lock crossfire (Grrt, baow)
Leapfrog, he diеd, he logged offline (Offlinе)
We ball, don’t mind (Don't mind)
Where you from, Southside (I'm from the Southside)

Where your gun?
You ain’t never caught a body, did you? (Caught a body)
I like honeybuns attached to my gun, double digits (Double digits), I shoot shit for fun
I’m hot like the sun, Michael Bridges (Michael Bridges), you your daddy son
And he Chuck E. Cheese, you be snitchin’ (What?)
What’s my favorite gun? G-lock lemon squeeze (Grrt, baow, baow) with them switches
She like having fun, I like having fun, we can kick it, uh (Uh, we could kick it)
Hit the back, should have hit the front now he Ricky (Oh, now he Ricky)
My fit and rack just to grab some blunts accidently, huh (Accidently, huh)
Hit the rack, pick up social bucks and we spinning (Social bucks)
Where them niggas at? I ain’t smoke a blunt in a minute
I’m out front, nigga, I ain’t give a fuck in a minute (I ain't give a fuck)
Test your luck, I ain’t mess with this four buck (Grrt, baow, baow, baow) in a minute, bitch

Uh, headshot, red dot, dead opps outside (Outside)
Better not let my G-lock crossfire (Grrt, baow)
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline (Offline)
We ball, don’t mind (Don't mind)
Where you from, Southside (I'm from the Southside)
Headshot, red dot, dead opps outside (Outside)
Better not let my G-lock crossfire (Crossfire)
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline (Offline)
We ball, don’t mind (Don't mind)
Where you from, Southside (I'm from the Southside)

I’m gettin’ back right back in that mood again, they like, "You acting rude again" (Don't mind, I'm acting rude again)
I grew up around hooligans, a lot of guns and groovy shit (Groovy shit)
And I’m not with that goofy shit (That goofy shit), my life just like a movie, yeah (Yeah)
AR came with the cooling kit (Grrt, baow), his shit look like he nutered his (Baow, baow)
Who said they could fuck with me, you can't compare my moves to his (Nah)
You can’t compare my jewelry or my clothes or my shoes to his (Gang)
Two for tens, came from two for tens now I come through for tens (Through for tens)
Show for ten, I might lose a bet, won’t lose my mans again (Won’t lose my mans again)
Private jets just so I can flex, they like, "How you been?" (How you been?)
Ain’t got that yet, but I know what come next, they gon’ love me than (They gon' love me, yeah)
Don’t get laid to rest and get hit in your chest for holdin’ up your chin (Come here)
Don’t wear no vest, we aimin’ for your neck and next we hunt your mans (Gang, gang, gang, gang)

Uh, headshot, red dot, dead opps outside (Outside)
Better not let my G-lock crossfire (Crossfire)
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline (Offline)
We ball, don’t mind (Don't mind)
Where you from, Southside (I'm from the Southside)
Headshot, red dot, dead opps outside (Outside)
Better not let my G-lock crossfire (Grrt, baow)
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline (Offline)
We ball, don’t mind (Don't mind)
Where you from, Southside (I'm from the Southside)

Grrt, I'm from the Southside
Grrt, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow, baow
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Bitch
On fonem grave
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