(Southstrip right here!)

Sou-

Sou-

Sou-

South!

South!

Death to the Depts yes we born in Northside

Got 7 points on that Star and Southstrip still wanna die

Tryna' vibin' on a livin' mixin' OT till we High

Burnin' your Throne Fuck all your zone Yes we still flew in the sky!

Pull up swing and roamin'

Digital Ronin rollin'

With Death Depts all eyes see

Grindin'-freeze all YKC

Got her phone number

Swervin' candy like a lover

What the fuck that I think? no I don't know

Then I sip then I know

"There is no place to fuckin hide

Including your fuckin' God's backside

Egde of blade aiming your heart

Your eyes, your brain and your fuckin' childs"

Hold my codeine when I Create The Realm of Death Depts on my side

Where the fuck you said backyard when I plays on your momma's night

Weld my heart

Weld my sight

Weld my might

Don't ya?

Hold my Glock

Hold my tank

On my side

Don't ya?

Risen from The Northside with flaming and bat wolves

To see your love and childs, rotten, and corrupts!

Hoe

Twinkle - Twi-

Twinkle - Twinkle

Twinkle - Twinkle

Yea

Yea

Yea

Northside!

Twinkle - Twinkle little star

Who the fuck you think you are?

Comin' with that shitty car

Say that you declare a war

Mirror - Mirror on the wall

Tell me who gon' won the war?

You know that I got the sword

To slay your motherfucking throat!

Digital Ronin rollin'

AMMA no walk now i'm floatin'

Sippin OT make me spinnin'

Screaming where the fuck you hidin' bitch!

Shit, vibin' on this beat

While I'm ridin' on your bitch

She said "AMMA don't you stop"

It's your turn to be on top!

Okay baby, please lower your voice

Your mom on the next door

I don't want we get caught