[Verse]
I got some killers who handle business come straight out the South
30,000 spent on VVS's in My mouth
You drop a diss I drop a bag that shit come with a cost
I'm quick to put them killers on your ass n***a I lay down the law
Can't never speak on shit you saw
Up this bitch and I'm getting off
Ain't scared to take a risk I'm riding with blicks somewhere you never thought
Turned up on My own that's how I made myself the fucking boss
Got rich it's fuck all of My own don't know what the fuck you n***as thought
Uh, n***as can't fuck with me they know that I'm a real stepper
Never been scared to shoot My blick know I'll bust this bitch wherever
That n***a mad I fucked his bitch that hoe ain't shit you shouldn't have kept hеr
Bitch I got real money me and you on diffеrent level
I'm in traffic with a switch trying to catch a n***a lacking
Knock off his face closed casket
Ain't paying attention I'll up and blast it
They know we leave shit tragic
Brain on the scene it nasty
Can't catch you bitch step on your daddy
Yea Yea
Uh, I drop a bag I want his head yea
Want that n***a dead dead
Bitch all I see is red red
I been missing Red fucked up inside but I can't say it
I done made so many n***as bled and I can't count how many-
What
Roll down the window and bust
Ain't clutching shit for fun
A 100 shots they know it's us
Boom boom roll his ass up
Clutching I ain't got it tucked
Slide like I'm in a rush
Fuck n***a know I can't be touched
So what is? pussy
I threw a switch on back My Glock and made this bitch a fully
Play like he gangster but that bitch know I'm really a bully
If I got your shit don't say I "Stole it" cause you know I took it
We the ones outside really taking souls ain't hard to step on rookie
Shoulder strap on the choppa see that bitch outside and I step on your mama
I ain't got no feelings I don't give a fuck still ain't dealt with My trauma
Still outside with AR's, Dracs' and Smithys for n***as claiming it's drama
We got the city hot that's why these n***as dying all summer
Cuz been moving bags we outside dropping bodies
N***a know what's going on we ain't the type to cap about it
Lil .38 snoring knows spice shit up like a hot tamale
Mama ask "What's wrong" but I was on pills late ain't want to talk about it
[Outro]
(Southside made another one)
(This one ride right here Ant)