Ooh, woah
There they go, There
There (@Nasty_CSA follow-, perfect!), woah
There they go (Ayy)
Southside, there they go (Ayy, yee)
There they go (Ayy) bands
There they go (Bands, bands, bands, woah)
There they go (Ayy), gangstas, there they go (Ayy)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (Woah)
There they go (Ayy)
Broke ass ni**as (Woah)
Hatin' ass b*tches
How you hating on a tuk-tuk? You a c*nt, c*nt
You ain't got no vision (Ayy)
I'm still spendin' (Ayy), cause I'm that ni**a (Ayy)
D'Angelo (Ayy)
Balenci' (Woah)
Me and my gang came for the whole damn cake
ni**a, gimme your slice
I hate where you came from
You snitch, it be a whole city of mice (Hallelujah)
I thank God for all the blessings and the real ni**as in life (My ni**as)
A hater will go set Twitter on fire whenever real ni**as is right (Yey wena)
Things that I don't need in my life (Yey wena)
Man that's 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 were praying for a job, I was praying for the mob
Now we here countin' money and we ain't never counted out
Told Pops if he need a couple racks, just shout (Yeah)
I'm cleaning 'em out, no doubt (Yeah)
King-size bed for my couch
@Nasty_CSA, yee, b*tches they gon' tag for the clout (Yeah)
I'm a fine ass ni**a from the south
Diamonds, whole lotta carats in the mouth, oh man
There they go (Ayy)
Southside, there they go (Ayy, yee)
There they go (Ayy) bands
There they go (Bands, bands, bands, woah)
There they go (Ayy), gangstas, there they go (Ayy)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (Woah)
There they go (Ayy)
Broke ass ni**as (Woah)
Hatin' ass b*tches
How you hating on a tuk-tuk? You a c*nt, c*nt
You ain't got no vision (Ayy)
I'm still spendin' (Ayy), cause I'm that ni**a (Ayy)
D'Angelo (Ayy)
Balenci' (Woah)
The hoes in the videos been ran through
You a seven, you ain't really that bad, boo
b*tches want more champagne (damn), you should get more shampoo
I done got so much status I'm fu*king my karma then send her at you
You ain't gotta know what that means, just gotta know it came from a badass dude
I'm an animal with a badass toe
And a badass hoe and the cash stack grow
Me 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 would never know the tracks I wrote
Me versus me, that's ghost and G.O.A.T
I sign deals but I own my soul
I might f*ck 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 fu*ked 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 (Ayy)
Southside, there they go (Ayy, yee)
There they go (Ayy) bands
There they go (Bands, bands, bands, woah)
There they go (Ayy), gangstas, there they go (Ayy)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (Woah)
There they go (Ayy)
Broke ass ni**as (Woah)
Hatin' ass b*tches
How you hating on a tuk-tuk? You a c*nt, c*nt
You ain't got no vision (Ayy)
I'm still spendin' (Ayy), cause I'm that ni**a (Ayy)
D'Angelo (Ayy)
Balenci' (Woah)