Southside - Word Around Town lyrics

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Southside - Word Around Town lyrics

[Hook] Word around town is we got them pounds Word around town is you talking down Word around town is my young n***as wildin' We be riding through the opps with them young n***as hiding Word around town is we got them pounds Word around town is you talking down Word around town is them young n***as strapped and they looking for me tell em n***a pull up where I'm at [Verse 1] This a real rap rest in peace to Cap Pistol on my lap, gotta keep a gat Word around town is I got them racks Bibby he a stain, Bibby this and that My n***as they don't have a conscience, heard you been talking that nonsense Hit em up thirteen times now they been calling 'em Harden I kept his head for a trophy, you left his arms by the garbage I hang with k**ers and robbers mess up your chain cause they starving He in the hood with his ice on All of his youngins got pipes on I get them piece from my white homies I could really buy your life homie I've just been stacking my cheddar She gon' do just what I tell her I love my n***as forever For me they k**ing whatever [Hook] Word around town is we got them pounds Word around town is you talking down Word around town is my young n***as wildin' We be riding through the opps with them young n***as hiding Word around town is we got them pounds Word around town is you talking down Word around town is them young n***as strapped and they looking for me tell em n***a pull up where I'm at [Verse 2] Everybody know the kid getting it Young n***as still doing [?] These rap n***as looking like cisco VVS shine like a disco Carlisle got a lot of rich folk popping like Crisco they hate me like Chris though Still in the hood like Briscoe Never got robbed for my sh** though Gucci shirt I got double G's on me Shoes Chanel I got double C's on me 'Bout to go and cop a double R Gonna f** the world and I'ma do it raw Riding around with that Glock on me Pockets fat I got knots on me If you let a n***a diss me When I wasn't around then we not homies Probably could've been a mathematician But a n***a made bad decisions Momma told me but I didn't listen Judge sent my bad a** to prison So till the world blow it's f** the judge Never show the n***a no f**ing love Take his a** down I say f** the plug with the Crips cooling but I f** with Bloods [Hook] Word around town is we got them pounds Word around town is you talking down Word around town is my young n***as wildin' We be riding through the opps with them young n***as hiding Word around town is we got them pounds Word around town is you talking down Word around town is them young n***as strapped and they looking for me tell em n***a pull up where I'm at

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