There they go (Yeah)
Southside
there they go (Yeah)
There they go
Bands, there they go
There they go
Gangsters
there they go
Why your neck green?
Cause them ain’t diamonds and that ain’t Gold (Ohh!)
There they go
broke A$$ N!ggas, hating A$$ B!tches.
How you hate in tuc tuc. You a cut cut
you ain’t got no vision.
I’m still spending
cause I’m that N!gga.
D’Angelo, Balenci. (Oh)
Me and my gang, came for the whole damn cake.
N!gga give me your slices.
I hate where you came from you snitch.
It be a whole city of mice. (Hallelujah)
I thank god for all the blessing and the real N!ggas in life
(My N!gga)
a hater will go set twitter on fire whenever real N!gga is right.
Things that I don’t need in my life. ( Yey wena)
Man that too pink to be sprite. (Yey wena)
Trap Sh!t I drink lean every night. (Yey wena)
I be listening to weezy and he the reason,
I smoke trees and I bleed on the Mic.
See me now, when I was sixteen
I was right, every night ,I was spittin’ sixteens by the light.
You was praying for a job ,I was praying for the mob.
Now we here count money, And we never counted out.
Told Pops if he need a couple Racks to shout. (Yeah)
I’m cleanin’ em out, no doubt,
king size bed for my couch
@ Nasty C SA B!tches, they’re gon tag for the clout
I’m a fine A$$ N!gga from the south ,
Diamonds, whole lot carats in the mouth (oh man!)
There they go (Yeah)
Southside
there they go (Yeah)
There they go
Bands, there they go
There they go
Gangsters
there they go
Why your neck green?
Cause them ain’t diamonds and that ain’t Gold (Ohh!)
There they go
broke A$$ N!ggas, hating A$$ B!tches.
How you hate in a tuc tuc. You a cut cut
you ain’t got no vision.
I’m still spending
cause I’m that N!gga.
D’Angelo,Balenci. (Oh)
The hoes in the video been ‘ran through
you a seven
You ain’t really bad bad boo
B!tches want more champagne (damn)
you should get more shampoo
I done got so much status, I’m Fvckin my karma and send her at you
You ain’t gotta know what that mean
just gotta know it came from a badass dude
I’m a animal
With a badass toe
And a badass hoe
And the cash stack grow
My and my dawg go back, I know
But he spilled my lean, I’m mad at bro
You gas me, let it be the gas I smoke
Radio will never know the tracks I wrote
Me vs. Me, that’s Ghost and G.O.A.T
I signed deals but I own my soul, N!gga
(OH)
I might Fvck around selling new mixtapes door by door
Difference between me and all my foes
When the racks tell me to go I go
Made a lot of money ’cause I know what I know
This flow Fvcked up Noah’s boat
You shouldn’t really call my money “”my money””
Call it Mrs N-G-C-O-B-O
There they go (Yeah)
Southside
there they go (Yeah)
There they go
Bands, there they go
There they go
Gangsters
there they go
Why your neck green?
Cause them ain’t diamonds and that ain’t Gold (Ohh!)
There they go
broke A$$ N!ggas, hating A$$ B!tches.
How you hate in a tuc tuc. You a cut cut
you ain’t got no vision.
I’m still spending
cause I’m that N!gga.
D’Angelo,Balenci. (Oh)
bebestic