Southside on the track, yeah
Nigga talking about ad-libs ???
Aight, uh (Ya dig!) ahahaha
Uh (Ya dig!) (This nigga fucked)
Bitch I'm in London (Ayy!)
Fuck is you texting me for? (Uh, uh)
Yeah, fuck what you claim, bitch we on top (Nigga fuck you)
Rollie on my wrist, nigga just watch (Gang, gang, gang) (Uh)
Working like a bitch, nigga non-stop (Ya dig?)
.40 aiming at a bitch, nigga get popped (Grra! Grra! Grra!) (Uh)
Bitch I'm from Chicago, where they gunshot (Uh) (Chicago)
I got arrested, go look at my mugshot (Uh, uh)
A convicted felon, I don't give a fuck (Uh, uh)
I'm a convicted felon, I don't give a fuck (Uh, uh)
Rockstar from the trap, Glock on my lap (Yeah)
Run this shit just like a lap, then I run it back (Yeah)
Bad bitch on my lap, I'm a fucking crack (Yeah)
At yo mom up in the trap doing fuckin' crack, yeah (What, what, what)
I water whip in the kitchen, I don't give a fuck bout niggas or bitches (Uh-huh) (Ayy)
You is a bitch nigga, really (Ayy)
You should just keep your distance (Uh-huh) (Ayy)
Lil bitch, why you trippin'? (Why?) (Ayy)
Fuck yo bitch, she miss me (Ayy)
Suck on my dick, no hickey (Ayy)
Taylor gun on me, a Swifty (Ayy)
I switch up
I take the Perc with the liquor (Yeah)
I feel like I'm with the KKK
Cause I don't fuck with these niggas (Ya dig?)
Uh, I switch up (Uh)
I take the Perc with the liquor
I feel like the KKK, okay
'Cause I don't fuck with these niggas (These niggas)
Uh, Southside on the track, .40 on my hip (Ya dig?)
Leave your mouth wide when it clap
Talkin all that shit (Why?) but you can't back it up (Uh uh)
Remember' doing drivebys in that 4-door Acura (Foreal)
Bitches told me they say they want me, they be acting up (Foreal)
Kicked my lil' bitch out of my life, I told her to pack up (I told her to dip)
If I wasn't rapping and making these millions I'm flipping the pack (Flippin' foreal)
R.I.P. to my bro I wish that I can get him back (I needed him)
I done left America, ain't coming back there
Not without my bag (Yeah) I been in my bag (Yeah) (Foreal)
Left America, I ain't coming back there
Not without my bag (Yeah) I been in my bag (Yeah) (I be in my bag)
I switch up (Switch)
I take the Perc with the liquor (Yeah)
I feel like I'm with the KKK
Cause I don't fuck with these niggas (Ya dig?)
Uh, I switch up
I take the Perc with the liquor (Liquor)
I feel like the KKK, okay
'Cause I don't fuck with these niggas
I do not fuck with these niggas (Uh, uh)
She finna fuck on a nigga (Uh, uh)
She finna suck on a nigga (Uh, uh)
After that, nun to do with her (Ayy!)
I take the pipe with the liquor (I do)
I put in work with the liquor (Uh-huh)
That shit a poisonous mixture, I guess I'm just a poisonous nigga from the projects
Run up on me, I put you up on prospect (Click-clack!) (Grra)
I just explained the fucking process, uh-huh
How do you like that, that bitch a eat, eat
So, why would you wife that? (Why?)
We run a train on em', tryna get it back on the right track (Yeah)
Your mom say she love me when I serve her the right crack (Huh)
Juiced up nigga, no 2Pac (Uh)
Run up on me I got two gats (Grra!)
Hit you in the face, like get back (Uh)
I take the Perc with the liquor (Let's go)
I feel like the KKK (Let's go)
'Cause I don't fuck with these niggas (Let's go)
I take the Perc with the liquor (Let's go)
I feel like the KKK (Let's go)
'Cause I don't fuck with these niggas (Bitch!)
Ya dig? Ya dig?
Ya dig? Oh ya dig?
Juice WRLD and LordPhazer in this bitch
Uh-uh, Bitch!
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