Southside!

P-p-players...

Motherfucker!

Like this biatch

Got bread, then slide homie, Imma pull up blacked out, Wicked to the side of me

Right hand clutch, left chillin’ on my thigh, but the shooter stay tucked, on the hip where it reside yuh

Never wanna bargain on a bitch, straight swearing it’s a damn waste, pulling up a skirt, legs tweakin’ like a damn quake

Dropping whole bucks be in the clubbin’ for a quick taste, hold up too packed bitch, boutta do the damn race

Saying Slam he the messiah, spent too much on some amateur designer

All black cubs, growling I’m about to smite ya, better step back hoe, checking on a timer

Tell em what, sliding reppin’ the Dunks I picked up with 58, Gulf orange, sky blue, looking like toothpaste

Groupies yelling “Runner” but this ain’t a track race, beat that-beat that back bone

Runa teach ‘em how to state the case

We tell ‘em, step back brittle bitches not fucking with me

Motherfuck your team, spilling blood like I yellowed the scene

I fuck your hoe cannot see me I’m in that army green

I’m repping W-I-C-K-E yeah to the D

Slmdnk! right beside of me, ripping these bitches

Not talkin’ Beyblades, blades that’ll leave you with stitches

We caught you cut you up then throw you back swimming with fishes

19s surround my waist the opps in my optic stay limping

Call my phone hear it ring it’s that mothafucka

We lay them down, mop stick, heavy like a Hummer

Pull up M-I-B you know we moving undercover

Hit it raw, Runa never fucking with a rubber

Nothing gon stop us my oppositions in my left hand, right hand, gripping on the clutch, push a Lykan

Dash on these bitches like I’m a hyphen

Dirt nap for the motherfuckers that be bitin’