Letras
(Southside on the track, yeah)
Smokin' Cookie Crisp, huh, stupid bitch
Let my girlfriend hold the strap nigga, no dyke
Doin drive-bys at night, nigga no lights
Hatin on me, fuck nigga got no life
Grew up with niggas that's locked up for life
Slowed down on the percs something don't feel right
Hi-tech red that shit slime real right
I freestyle that shit they will write
He on the corner, stop at the redlight
Talkin drunk, nigga no Budlight
He on the gram flexin with fake dice
I'ma keep going no time for a hook
They stealin the drip, no time for a crook
Your bitch get picked up, then I get licked up, we in a fisker
Movin' to Cali, LA to Vista
She want a mister, I want her sister, she real crazy
Someone come roll backwoods, I'll pay
Someone talk down on my name, I'll slay
I'ma test out my new gun like, yeah
Spend two bands, get my bitch red hair
Pull on up a fuck nigga yeah right there
He location shared
On the way with sticks right now, we ain't never cared
Uhh, uhh-uh, uhh-uh, she look at me like I'm a young god
Allah, thank god, gave me the talent now a nigga go hard
We in yo yard, you ain't here then we in your bro yard
Make it clear, boolin' in the front lawn
We know you here, ay ayy ayy
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere
Run up the money and run out of fears
Codeine cups we having cheers
What's her name all on my phone? I haven't talked to this bitch in some years
Yeah, they all write back when the money comin in
They want Givenchy the way I got it
Nigga how much are you willin' to spend, yeah
Talk my shit and back it
Rockstar from the trap, yeah
Run from the cops in my raf, yeah
They gon' feel my wrath, yeah
I'm pouring up into a Sprite or Crush, maybe a Hi-C , maybe a Faygo
Call it ironic, 'cause all my demons be ready to get some of these fuck niggas halos
Whoa, whoa, I'ma let it breathe, breathe let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy, Eazy E, fuck the police
They won't let none of my niggas home
Whoa, whoa, I'ma let it breathe, breathe let it die slow
I'm your greatest enemy, Eazy E, fuck the police
Uhh, uhh, she look at me like I'm a young god
Allah, thank god, gave me the talent now a nigga go hard
We in yo yard, you ain't here then we in your bro yard
Make it clear, boolin' in the front lawn
We know you here, ay ayy ayy
Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere