Lyrics:
bum with the hollow heat seeker
Red Cross bitch niggas, fuck the pint, she take blood by the litre
I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen
On liquor,
that bitch bonita
Knock the apple off any bum with the hollow heat seeker
Red cross bitch niggas, fuck the pint, she take blood by the litre
I'll
green
I'm just tryna like
(Damn, damn, damn)
I can't trust people they move to sneaky bout them bands
(Bands, bands, bands)
Can't trust nobody they move
Till a patted wagon pull up and coffles my
My pants second I'm double cup
South side hustle inside
Hustle outside I don't give a fuck
I might be
wanna burn now)
In a 350z coupe nigga, Burn out (Srkk, Srkk, Srkk)
And if twelve try and come fuck with me, I'm out (Gone)
I had to stack it up, Get my
Deep down south a nigga strugglin' tryin to survive
If you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo ride
Never down with bloods or no motherfuckin' crips
Patek Philippe (yeah)
I want a bitch with double D's
Look at my backyard, it's South Beach (South Beach)
I spend like twenty bands on lean (ooh)
I
fvck up the sheets
I just wanna Perish im tired of this
[hook]SauceTh@t
OH LORD YOUNG NIGGA FINNA DO IT IN THE CITY OF THE NORTH
TO THE SOUTH SIDE
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
down with my homies
(Woo, woo)
Speaker Knockerz, got the bands by my lonely
(Yeah! Yeah)
I keep the 9, now I'm feelin' like Tony
(Yeah! Yeah)
She on my
hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout
I'ma
Deep down south a nigga strugglin' tryin to survive
If you down with me yes I'm down for a hoo ride
Never down with bloods or no motherfuckin' crips
Marion-son &Victor by birth, so I'm cursed
But I'm blessed with a Mehji band, I am the one
Blessed wit a Mehji band I am the one
Fifty-one thou' my odometer,
(woo), Maury Povich
I made a change, I had to be different, I hate when I'm stuck on the edge (word)
I ain't got time to argue with niggas, I'd rather
get slammed
Popping verses like your
Hoes pop pussy smoking purple
Got it by the pound I'm the big dog
Around down south got
The juice I got love
For
Two time zones so I'm taking my time
Got plugs in Paris in seventeen grand with cash on the move
Peddling bands
Man won't talk 'bout peddling bands
and they hang all the way down
Ain’t Caster Semenya but I ran it up
I ain’t come here to play and she mad I ain’t cuff
I’m in South Africa I’m with the plug
with Codeine
I really be sippin' the lean (yeah), I'm never sippin' the green (yeah)
I'm doin' them drugs, mean, I'm doin' them drugs, mean
That white
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
Yea yea whoop
Turn this mothafucka up
I got diamonds on my wrist and all up on my hands huh
I keep grindin to the top I'm spending 20 bands huh
I
to compare experiences
And they were telling me that when
You walk around in South Africa
You gotta carry this little
Black book with you
Tells everyone
I'm with whateva' you wit' you feel me
Yeah I'm down for whateva'
Yeah you know
Aight
You could be my South Señorita
Follow the leader
Soon
i’m clapping on her cheeks
While i’m at seagate beach
Cause it get warm like south west florida
Pulling up to naples high school,
With the crew
Tigers
Written by: James Ray, Montay Shine
West coast, East coast, Dirty south
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