text: Southside on the track, yeah
  Yeah
  Cut the bullshit, Im not with it
  Call your main bitch, she let me hit it
  Haha, ha
  Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
  Diamonds got dripped in a lake 
  I don’t be goin on dates 
  She got an ass, but its fake 
  He savin hoes, need a cape 
  Lil mamas head supreme 
  But Im still rockin this Bape 
  All I know is two guns, nigga
  If you a plate, you get ate 
  Had to put a bitch on pause 
  Me and my dawgs break laws 
  21 gang til I fall 
  You could get hit in the jaw 
  The chopper can hit all of yall 
  Your brother, your goldfish and dog 
  Most of my niggas just rob 
  They cut off and hand you your balls 
  Hit your BFF, I’m petty 
  Can’t leave the streets, I aint ready 
  Me and my hood got married 
  And my wedding ring was a machete 
  Need me a Keisha like Belly 
  Dissin’ me, got a niggas homeboys buried 
  They dont come outside, they scary 
  When we start spinnin niggas’ blocks, they telling 
  Got your baby mama in a yolk 
  I dont smoke weed, I sell dope 
  Aint no back and forth, its smoke 
  Pull up on you and your folks 
  Try to give me head, she choke 
  We call you a rat cause you spoke 
  All these tennis chains like Im in a tennis game
  Yall niggas wearin gold ropes 
  Killers out the 6 
  Got em all hired 
  Ex-girlfriends 
  Got em all fired 
  Dont you cross the gang, dawg
  Were like barbed wire 
  Stackin up these Ms
  Im a habitual car buyer 
  Actin Hollywood, I kicked her out on Wilshire 
  Got a model and she tighter than a grill plier 
  Sneak and steal my flow, lot of these rappers slick biters 
  Im 4L gang for L, dawg, and we got big rifles 
  Let me pop my shit 
  Keep a big Glock on my hip 
  One up top, my shit 
  I dont like to cock my shit 
  Yall niggas gossip and shit 
  No more beef, we drop that shit 
  Yall niggas talk that shit 
  Never had a payment, I bought that shit 
  VS1 on my wrist 
  Cant put my tongue on no bitch 
  Cause I still kiss my kids 
  Ho, you need to fix your wig 
  All my brothers did a bid 
  When they came home, we was rich 
  Fuck 40 acres and a mule
  They got 50 racks and a brand new Sig 
  Lil boy, get up out the way 
  Lil boy, we didnt come to play 
  And I got a partner named Dre 
  You can get beats by Dre 
  You can get hit by K 
  K hit you, thats your last day 
  Glock 27, thats bae 
  Stick the 30 in it, had a baby 
  My strippers got S-Class Cedes 
  Ride me slow like you drivin Miss Daisy
  I aint go to school cause I was too lazy
  Had to cut her off cause she was too crazy
  Moncler jacket, a letterman 
  I gotta keep a Beretta, man 
  She screamin and scratchin and yellin, man 
  I got her in a falsetto, man 
  Had to put a bitch on pause 
  Me and my dawgs break laws 
  21 gang til I fall 
  Me and my dawgs break laws 
  21 gang til I fall 
  Me and my dawgs break laws 
  You could get hit in the jaw 
  The chopper can hit all of yall 
  Your brother, your goldfish and dog 
  Most of my niggas just rob 
  They cut off and hand you your balls