J Shiest - Soufside Shawty

(Someone told me they saw your girl with another man)
(It's breaking my heart)
(On some RDB shit, niggas always tryna be up on that weird shit)
(Perry Been-!)
Southside shawty dread-head i was unfortunate
Nigga play wit RDB i swear that we gone torture him
My Brodie cold hearted you cant een' put a fork in him
A long way from the projects i was sitting on the porch with them
Walk down
No more asking questions, now they ask why he don't talk now
No more second fiddle yeah nigga I'm on top now
Sliding in the vert but i ain't riding with the top down
Trigger finger itching gotta stop it yeah
Lately they been tryna tell a youngin' how to pop it
I'm the youngest gotta get some money, I ain't got an option
RDB forever, J Mitch know im known to get it poppin
We cant be together, we ain't dating prolly only talking
Thats on Z.Roy
I know how the game go I grew up 'round them d-boy's
Riding with my cousin Nard that nigga making street noise
I just talked to Trell he said he straight you know that we boys
Doing donuts in the cat i lost it, yeah
Turn yo savage up some more
RDB gon up the score
Eeny meeny miny moe, might see me wit a nigga hoe
All i know is get the bag and never ever drop the motion
Shawty said she love me, must be trippin' off that fuckin' potion
Mama tried to hug me, I can tell she feeling mixed emotions
Her son be out here hustling, nigga starting to make some damn commotion
I been going straight up to the top i call that locomotion
These niggas ain't really popping they just having local motion
I been tryna run it up
Shawty tried to play me it didn't work cause i wasn't dumb enough
I been holding back cause i might fuck 'round turn the summer up
Hanging round with Kev and Juan they sho'll can fuck some money up
Lil' Kee ain't doing no running up
D.A. making jokes, she keep on laughing i don't see whats Fani
Man it hurt so bad when they took thug, feel like sum' took him from me
I've been feeling bad i just beat COVID I'm kinda feeling funny
Niggas posting Glock's up on the gram, next day they took it from you
Southside shawty dread-head i was unfortunate
Nigga play wit RDB i swear that we gone torture him
My Brodie cold hearted you cant een' put a fork in him
A long way from the projects i was sitting on the porch with them
Walk down
No more asking questions, now they ask why he don't talk now
No more second fiddle, yeah nigga I'm on top now
Sliding in the vert but i ain't riding with the top down
Trigger finger itching gotta stop it yeah
(Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah!)
(Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah!)

Written by:
Jerald Parks

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