Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Birdman
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Mack Maine
Vocals
Rick Ross
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Birdman
Composer
Lil Wayne
Composer
Mack Maine
Composer
Marco Antonio Rodriquez-Diaz
Composer
L. Cohen
Composer
William Roberts
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua Berkman
Recording Engineer
Sean Buchanan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
INFAMOUS
Producer
Laurent Cohen
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm from the south, the southside
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us, we be leanin' to the side, the southside
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider outside
Y'all die, we all ride
[Verse 2]
Ay, pussy ****, you know you ain't from the south
Catch me in the whip, extra with the clip
Leanin' to the right side, army guns, big chips
Wine candy on the strip
You know how we get it when we comin' with the flip
'Cause we runnin' with the flip
And the money is a must, and hoes we don't trust
Guns in the cut, bitch know what's up
Twenty on the slab, fifty in the Jag
Comin' through, the air hustlin' on her ass
Ordinary **** with extraordinary style
Swagger to the ceiling, **** hustlin' gone wild
Hustlin' with my child
Blowin' out the pound, come from uptown
Banana clips, a hunnid rounds, brrat
[Verse 3]
Bitch I'm from the south, the southside
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us, we be leanin' to the side, the southside
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider outside
Y'all die, we all ride
[Verse 4]
Bitch, I make bank
****, you ain't from the south
Ay, rest in peace to Pimp C., homie, we still sippin'
Our shoestrings ain't tied, homie, we still trippin'
It's young money, cash money, y'all better stop round
Bunch'a red shirt freshmen, boy
We is not playin'
I'm sayin' your whip is just a freak to get your Phantom flipped
Potassium for beef here's, you get banana clips
Homie, I sit back and laugh while you chit chat
And make a 20oz side of bitch **** six pack
Fake **** always "Take it outside"
We here a while, here you ain't gon' make it outside
(Make it outside)
Found naked outside, jaw breakin' outside
Put your body in the wild, ****, this the southside
[Verse 5]
****, it's the southside
Southside, y'all ride
And when we catch a outsider outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us, we be leanin' to the side, the southside
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider outside
Y'all die, we all ride
Ay, pussy ****, you know you ain't from the south
[Verse 6]
I may wake up with a bitch, like am I really dreamin'?
First round draft pick, dammit, Willie beamin'
Hammer in the Beamer, not a plexi-coat very sport
Better one floor, and they can't handle my flurry
Golden glove with the hooks slowin' hearts on her
Blow a dub on the books, now that's what you call a friend
What I call the man, you could call a thousand grams
Yeah, we still call it, girl, but this is a man's world
When she see me, she can smell it
Broke **** repel it
Type southside in your navigation, can you spell it?
When she see me, she can smell it
Broke **** repel it
Type southside in your navigation, can you spell it?
[Verse 7]
Bitch I'm from the south, the southside
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider outside
Y'all die, we all ride
And when you see us, we be leanin' to the side, the southside
We all ride, and when we catch a outsider outside
Y'all die, we all ride
Ay, pussy ****, you know you ain't from the south
Written by: Birdman, L. Cohen, Lil Wayne, Mack Maine, Marco Antonio Rodriquez-Diaz, William Roberts