Southside

Oh, no
Ayy, OldPurp (Ayy, OldPurp)
This is wild

These girls love me
I feel like a McLaren
I feel like a Chanel bag
California strain, Italian clothes
The streets are calling me, even if I'm with you, I'm gonna answer
And if that rat turns on me, that's normal
And if they turn, I don't wish them harm
'Cause I've already done my dirt, I'm no Hare Krishna
I hit you in the gut and it comes out your head
Your mom's in tears
You don't show your face, we took out your cousin
The streets don't change, it's always the same
I got a lot of bitches, never the same one

The kids would die for me
The drugs kill you, but they give me life
I'd rather die than run away
If you step into this life, bitch, there's no exit
Suck it right, give it more spit
Face down, bitch, ass up
Round it up, the bitch is lit
I wanted it in the bun, I put it in the gut

Hey, mom, things ain't like they used to be
They gotta deal with me even if they don't want to
The kids tell me: Beef, chill out
Stay with the baby, we’ll take care of you (ayy, OldPurp)
Things ain't like they used to be
They gotta deal with me even if they don't want to
The kids love me, they kill for me
When I die, don't cry for me (ayy, OldPurp)

These girls love me
I feel like a Rari
I feel like a Chanel bag
California strain, Italian clothes
The streets are calling me, even if I'm with you, I'm gonna answer
And if that rat turns on me, that's normal
For the fake, we got Big Macs
They got dirt, they're not Hare Krishna
I hit you in the gut and it comes out your head
Your mom's in tears
You don't show your face, we took out your cousin
The streets don't change, it's always the same
I got a lot of bitches, never the same one

I lied to you, I admit it
My music turned me into a junkie
But I'm into Santería, you're into sacrifice
'Cause I got bricks like a building
I got family caught in addiction
You mess with my business, I lose it
I got a couple of bitches with curly hair
I got a couple of bitches with straight hair
My family is my pride, it's my money
I swear to God, don't mess with that
My mom says I don't love her, and
My bitch says I don't love her
Twenty bitches eating all my eggs
I spent two grand on some jeans
I don't call to fix, I'm not a mechanic
Bitch, I'm the panic, I already took out the crazy
If the diamonds ain't VVS, I don't want 'em
Bitch, I got time
For life, I got a watchmaker
You're pretending to be real
I got a demon in the bib
In the hood, they got real love for me
'Cause I'm in the bad, you're in the good
I don't gain anything when I'm good, no-ooh
You didn't want to enter the house, so I had to kick it in (kick the door)
May God protect you (I hit you between the eyes)
Your faith is fucked
I gave a hundred grams to my brother and he never came back
You ask around the hood, Seco handled it
Flipping, hustling, and the one who owed never forgot (never forgot)
She never forgot

These girls love me
I feel like a Rari
I feel like a Chanel bag
California strain, Italian clothes
The streets are calling me, even if I'm with you, I'm gonna answer
And if that rat turns on me, that's normal
For the fake, we got ten more
They got dirt, they're not Hare Krishna
I hit you in the gut and it comes out your head
Your mom's in tears
You don't show your face, we took out your cousin
The streets don't change, it's always the same
I got a lot of bitches, never the same one

You didn't want to enter the house, so I had to kick it in (you're at the door)
And if you believe in God (I hit you between the eyes)
Your face is fucked
This is wild
I gave a hundred grams to my brother and he never came back.