[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rah, rah, rah, rah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(808 Mafia)
In the field, they catch you lackin', no escalators
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Adb play that shit)
Southside Upti

[Chorus: Southside Upti]
In the field, they catch you lackin', no escalators, they send you there Upstairs with six feet under your ass in the air
Your ass in the clouds, your ass with the stars
We creepin' in the day, we lurkin' in the day, yeah
Who want smoke, we give it to 'em
Punch your lungs, give more than Bruce
Flippin' ups, I'm out to do less
Screaming out free gang
I'm with my top five shooters and they turn you [?] though

[Verse 1: Why G]
They ain't on payroll, they shoot for free
Switch in the back of the G19
Air holes on the top, it's a 19c
I'm the cut with Bucky
Big highway sippin' Buckley's
Catch a opp and he dead, duppy
Don't look at this ice, bussy
If we get a drop, dutty
Walkin' down two Glocks, it was me and Upti
Nine millimeter, I think it's the best
I mix the orange up with Tussionex
Four chains on can't tuck this neck
[?] can't fuck, now your bitch upset
I'ma just bend it up for your address
Straight drop, brought back a little bit less
She holdin' the brick, so I pay the rent
I camp at your house, I don't need a tent
Just need a V with some tints [?]
Bullets [?] like mints
How you outside while your pockets on lint?
I knock it up like Shawn Kemp
I shoot at your starters, I shoot at your bench
In France, buyin' drench like I'm French
The .40 kick like Ron Artest
You see me with 50, I'm 35 cent
I kiss you then don't repent
I know that I'll do it again
I'll chase him, cro to get to firin'
I Milly Rock off M&Ms
I like 10 millis, not FNs
I got diamonds all across my lens
[Chorus: Southside Upti]
In the field, they catch you lackin', no escalators, they send you there Upstairs with six feet under your ass in the air
Your ass in the clouds, your ass with the stars
We creepin' in the day, we lurkin' in the day, yeah
Who want smoke, we give it to 'em
Punch your lungs, give more than Bruce
Flippin' ups, I'm out to do less
Screaming out free gang
I'm with my top five shooters and they turn you [?] though

[Verse 2: Southside Upti]
Fill you up, double cups, we don't give a fuck
Leave you stuck
He parked up on the street just like a bus
Street n***a, catch me off the shits, won't catch me in my feelings
Street n***a, if your ass a rat, we can't have no dealings, yeah

[Chorus: Southside Upti]
In the field, they catch you lackin', no escalators, they send you there Upstairs with six feet under your ass in the air
Your ass in the clouds, your ass with the stars
We creepin' in the day, we lurkin' in the day, yeah
Who want smoke, we give it to 'em
Punch your lungs, give more than Bruce
Flippin' ups, I'm out to do less
Screaming out free gang
I'm with my top five shooters and they turn you [?] though