[Intro]
Southside shit, yeah
Run that up, Rico
Yeah

[Verse 1]
That boy never bend block (Nah)
Probably never took a loss (Uh, yeah)
Send my lil' n***a at you, he got a tool on the string
No tellin' what a n***a do for the win
Stuck in the bricks, now it's bricks 'round the crib
Grindin', bitch, I need some gates 'round the crib
Just left my dawg crib, got a call
Jakes ran through, had with sticks in the crib (Uh, huh)
Got me checkin' the windows
Paranoid, I see death in my dreams
They ain't even know what I mean
Probably think I'm geekin' off RP's
Ain't talk to bros for a week
M.I.A., missing in action
Probably be in Miami all weekend, uh, huh
Hope you know what I mean
Check my phone, it's a kill every moment
So it's hundred dollar steak in the evening
Can't complain, I'm just livin' my life, one life
Thirty pokin' when I'm outside
Ready any moment, got many rivals
Brodie put him up, yeah, he got titles (Got titles, for real)
[Chorus]
Remember me when it's all finished, huh
Keep on shootin' 'til it's finished, yeah
Shoot 'til it's finished, yeah
Keep on shootin' 'til it's finished
Being lone' ain't got no price
Why the close ones always be the first one to leave?
(Okay), okay, okay
Turn to my dawg, I say that I got him
We hittin' the spot, and we just tryna drop 'em
Whatever in the clip, tryna leave in his body (For real, no bap)

[Verse 2]
I'm stackin' the bread, leave me out them pollies
Shoot for my brothers, I'll do it like every time
Show you how this Glock work (Grrrt)
I'ma make Glock burst
Fentanyl, on that still, my n***a, that murder
Don't know how to sell? Come 'round, you'll learn it
They cross your line? N***a, burn 'em
For you, do it like every time
Shoot, do it like every time
Started off on the block sellin' straight dimes
Knew I was gon' make mine
Clocked in, we do not waste time
I'm hardbody, but not for my brothers
Cartier watch, it's bussin'
Okay, yeah
[Chorus]
Remember me when it's all finished, huh
Keep on shootin' 'til it's finished, yeah
Shoot 'til it's finished, yeah
Keep on shootin' 'til it's finished
Being lone' ain't got no price
Why the close ones always be the first one to leave?
Okay (Okay, okay)
Turn to my dawg, I say that I got him
We hittin' the spot, and we just tryna drop 'em
Whatever in the clip, tryna leave in his body (For real, no bap)