Pour Up

Southside shit Whole lotta fuck shit going on Staying away, chasing a bag, for real Okayyy Pour up in Maybach then I hit the dash Pour up in fast car then I hit the dash Does she really love me, or she love me for the rubber bands? You my sandbox brother, how you hatin'? I don't understand All these numbers in my cup I need more switches, more drums Don't know who I could trust We be chasin' n— down, they runnin' out of luck You can't name a block that they blicky never touched He ain't been on a PJ, so I'ma show you We ain't have n— show you, opps, what I'ma show you What our life like Back to back flights, show you that we living life All this killing but I always stood tall Don't like catching cases, they be selling fentanyl Just know we knock it off I get headaches, pop two percs Let that shit be tylenol Nothing gon make me change up I seen the realest change up Money ain't changing how I live I'm really Hollywood I bust down all these faces on me, so that broski do it Cuz we seen n— out there, didn't like doin' all the shooting And when that pressure fall on you, yeah you better choose up I'm the n— who the one, everybody knew us You roll with me, you better shoot They see me, they gon shoot some, for real Pour up in Maybach then I hit the dash Pour up in fast car then I hit the dash Does she really love me, or she love me for the rubber bands? You my sandbox brother, how you hatin'? I don't understand All these numbers in my cup I need more switches, more drums Don't know who I could trust We be chasin' n— down, they runnin' out of luck You can't name a block that they blicky never touched