Uh, uh, uh (Southside on the track),
uh-uh, uh (Mello made it right), uh
New drip, I just spent some
Gs on my attire
These racks just keep on growin',
but my jeans gettin' tighter, uh
I went overseas with the swiper
Bad bitch, no,
I never seen nothin' like her, uh
I bought Glocks with beams
for my snipers
Any sudden movement,
make it sing like the choir
R.I.P., that chrome sprayin',
got Lindsey Lohan
I need some more bands, bitch,
I'm a grown man, uh
If you gon' tweet, it ain't no
need to tell me how you feel
My whole city catching Bs,
I'm from the 'Raq, for real
Broski turn into a demon
when he off them pills
Ride 'til I die, I hope that
Jesus come and grab the wheel
Uh, uh, that chopper
singin' like Clay Aiken, uh
R.I.P. to all my loved ones
that ain't make it, uh
Got a bond with the streets
and I just can't break it
Run it up, now my safe done
turned into my safe haven
Them racks in, okay, okay
On the block, I post up,
I can't fade away
Baby, I been too turnt,
I don't care 'bout what a hater say
Dark skin, thick bitch, I liked her,
so I named her, "Bae"
I'm in it everyday, uh
New drip, I just spent
some Gs on my attire
These racks just keep on growin',
but my jeans gettin' tighter, uh
I went overseas with the swiper
Bad bitch, no,
I never seen nothin' like her, uh
I bought Glocks with beams
for my snipers
Any sudden movement,
make it sing like the choir
R.I.P., that chrome sprayin',
got Lindsey Lohan
I need some more bands, bitch,
I'm a grown man, uh
(I'm a grown man, uh)
(R.I.P., that chrome sprayin',
got Lindsey Lohan)
(I need some more bands,
bitch, I'm a grown man, uh)