T-Bo DaVip & 1blocko - Hardest On The Souf

Yeah, What
That's a Groupon
I'm on the block like a crouton
While you tryna sleep on white city
Get a futon
Get on that Jack Daniels, turn into a old man
Nasty bitch eat me up, she ain't give no hands
Mind on my money, I ain't worried about romance
Left and right, pocket pokin
Stuffin these jeans, yeah, they pokin
24 hours, neva closin
Said you was solid, but you told it
Said you was solid, but you folded
At 20, I was ballin like Ginobili
Everything under the sun, I sold it
These niggas do a lot of talkin', I showed it
Hardest on the soufside, and they ain't even notice ,(CKOOO)
Yeah, we the hardest on the soufside
Don't get caught in that cross fire
Met the plug linked up with wifi
You shot at you a opp, but he did not die (What the hell)
I got too many colors in my fit, they thinkin' it's tie-dye (Whet!!)
I'mma real survivor in these street
I caught me a charge n did not cry (survivor)
Yeah, that's a real one package
Salute myself, cuz I made the shit happen
I'm a front type nigga, I ain't worry about the backend
Trynna Make my quote, ain't worry about relaxin
I need a five like I'm Jackson
You don't need a concert, cuz we get the clappin'
I might as well be with Amazon, stay there droppin' off packages
(What, Damn)
Yeah, What
That's a Groupon
I'm on the block like a crouton
Why you tryna sleep on white city
Get a futon
Get on that Jack Daniels, turn into a old man
Nasty bitch eat me up, she ain't give no hands
Mind on my money, I ain't worried about romance
Left and right, pocket pokin
Stuffin these jeans, yeah, they pokin
24 hours, neva closin
Said you was solid, but you told it
Said you was solid, but you folded
At 20, I was ballin like Ginobili
Everything under the sun, I sold it
These niggas do a lot of talkin', I showed it
Hardest on the soufside, and they ain't even notice ,(CKOOO)
Heart of the souf what we talkin' about
Back in the day, we used to walk that shit out
Ain't shit really change, we still walkin shit down
Fucked on his bitch, got the drop on em now
Got the bag for the low, we been droppin' em down
Play after play, get the paper, and stay out the way
Hit the bitch, send her ass on her way
Poppin shit like that zit in your face
Saving ho, boy, that boy need a cape
Pockets fat bitch, they all out of shape
Big dawg, bitch, like I came out the kennel
On them ass like some Amari denims
Man, these rap niggas, fake, I can't feel em
Every day on the block, we was dealing
I ain't got time for no chillin (No Sir)
Yeah, What
That's a Groupon
I'm on the block like a crouton
Why you tryna sleep on white city
Get a futon
Get on that Jack Daniels, turn into a old man
Nasty bitch eat me up, she ain't give no hands
Mind on my money, I ain't worried about romance
Left and right, pocket pokin
Stuffin these jeans, yeah, they pokin
24 hours, neva closin
Said you was solid, but you told it
Said you was solid, but you folded
At 20, I was ballin like Ginobili
Everything under the sun, I sold it
These niggas do a lot of talkin', I showed it
Hardest on the soufside, and they ain't even notice ,(CKOOO)

Written by:
Jamal Mincey, Terrance Beauford

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