(Southside)
(If Young Metro don't trust ya, I'm gon' shoot ya)

Smoke a lot, got a permanent cough
Poppin' them pills again
Used to think you was my dawg, now you are not my friend
Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win
Still know how to handle a loss
Me and Metro goin' in
Everything hit
All my songs hits
All my chains hit (bling)
I look like a lick
Everything hit
Diss me, you get hit
Southside got the stick (brrt)
Everything hit

My shooter gave me a promise, said he won't miss
I'm rich, I'm just bein' honest, look at my wrist
You ain't shit, you ain't piss
20K ain't shit, spent that on my bitch
Roll up, I smoke by the zip
Got gorillas, a jungle with me
Snakes and bees on my feet
Bought a Range 'cause I don't want a Jeep
Fuckin' your bitch for a week
I fuck your bitch right where you sleep
Leavin' my nut in your sheets
Molly turned me to a beast
Workin' four days, no sleep

Smoke a lot, got a permanent cough
Poppin' them pills again
Used to think you was my dawg, now you are not my friend
Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win
Still know how to handle a loss
Me and Metro goin' in
Everything hit
All my songs hits
All my chains hit (bling)
I look like a lick
Everything hit
Diss me, you get hit
Southside got the stick (brrt)
Everything hit

Water my wrist
Codeine when I piss
Got pills in my shit
Don't think I could quit
Takin' Xannies to sleep
Wake up and I sip
There's a girl in my bed, and I don't know the bitch
I'm sippin' juice, I make the yellow Fanta orange
I was stuck inside my house and now I'm tourin'
I couldn't do it, had to get it, life got borin'
And now my clothes, my whip, and all my bitches foreign

Smoke a lot, got a permanent cough
Poppin' them pills again
Used to think you was my dawg, now you are not my friend
Turn myself into a boss, I was born to win
Still know how to handle a loss
Me and Metro goin' in
Everything hit
All my songs hits
All my chains hit (bling)
I look like a lick
Everything hit
Diss me, you get hit
Southside got the stick (brrt)
Everything hit

I'm sippin' juice, I make the yellow Fanta orange
I was stuck inside my house and now I'm tourin'
I couldn't do it, had to get it, life got borin'
And now my clothes, my whip, and all my bitches foreign

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Writer(s): Joshua Luellen, Leland Tyler Wayne, Navraj Goraya