Southside

Three albums ready, and an EP.

Dude, I ain’t show-bout.

My quarterback black, it’s finna be a bunch of rollouts.

Who else you know about can bring all the hoes out with all ten of they toes out?

I’m skating out, it’s roll bounce.

I can’t miss, don’t know how.

I think shawty low down, she say I’m not a hoe now, but would you judge me if I was?

Yes ma’am, I’m Joe Brown.

Real strict, my program.

**** bit my whole style, I made a list, it’s rolled down.

My first words was "bling bling."

Behold the golden towel.

I had enough, close me out.

Shit pop a motor mouth.

Vroom vroom, rolling out.

Jerry’s shit so worn out.

I’m done buying gold now, I want to buy a Golden Corral.

The studio my dope house.

I just hit a ghost town to do a show, it’s sold out.

And no doubt, my pronouns is "Him."

I wrote this while snowed in with little kids in my front yard making snowmen.

They need a carrot for his nose, but all my carrots cost bands.

Took my advance and bought land.

Who need an acre? I’m your man.

Every girl I ever loved would love to love me again.

I took her panties off and threw them on the ceiling fan.

You can hear them when they land.

Until then, just watch this man.

I took my advance and booked a Marriott bed for six months.

Stay at my crib right now, still playing.

I produced too, I’m really able.

Dropped a hundred, I’m like Wilt, but not quite, mine official.

Everything swish, ****.

Everything is in.

I’m a bad sleeper, I can’t seem to hit REM.

My alarm go off, I let it play, that’s my jam.

Before I call you again, I break my phone and eat the SIM.

Shawty see me in the gym and said, "Oh my God, it’s him."

In the middle of my set, I said, "On God, I am."

8, 9, 10—y'all might need a Sprite can.

I’m booming like a style man.

Bitch, I ain't done cooking yet, let me add some wild lamb.

Do I know what I’m doing? Do you know who I am?

Breaking news: I’m the man, more than ten.

Got her hands and feet done last weekend.

She let me choose the color... shit, pecan.

I’m VIP in places **** couldn’t sneak in.

Don’t ask what I’m on, it’s gonna be ten.

Even while I’m sleeping, I’m a future millionaire.

This shit here is free bands.

Hey! Yeah!

And I haven’t found my Eve yet, just a bunch of events

Taraji Henson—oh man, I’m on some P-shape.

Huh, no this ain’t a game, but if it is, then it’s Wii Fit.

You play with me, I swing shit in Brooklyn with a deep dish.

On some B.I.G. shit, but I’m more B.I.G. crib.

I’m the best in the South, I’m the best in the West, I’m the best in the East.

Southside

They say I’m about to blow—beep beep!