Rell Shaw - Southsideshaw (Interlude)

I'm just tryna get it
2-4-7 days a week
Three-hunnit, sixty-five
No nigga can't out hustle me
My opps are steady plotting
I can't let em clip my wings
Ain't got no problems
With these niggas
But they telling folks it's beef

Matter of fact
The most groovy nigga
Nike on my back
I show my ass
I been raising hell
Ever since they
Raised the tax
You can't erase the facts
You homegirl be rocking babyphat
She wanna try lavish living
All this bread
She wanna taste of that
Listen girl
I been on my shit
I be knowing shit
No mumble Rap
I ain't worried bout the clothes
No hoes and shit
My business is
Staying humble
Don't be on no basic shit
Black women
All I want
Cause I can't stand a racist bitch
That's on my soul
Put that on my bro
South niggas know
Bitch I'm the plug
And I got what you need
Half priced for the low
Ain't talking about weed
Bitch I'm talking about
These mixes
Sales going for the beats
Got that shit for the streets
Hard drive for the good vibes
What these real niggas gon need

I'm just tryna get it
2-4-7 days a week
Three-hunnit, sixty-five
No nigga can't out hustle me
My opps are steady plotting
I can't let em clip my wings
Ain't got no problems
With these niggas
But they telling folks it's beef

Call me mr pull up on you
I can make it worth you damn time
Have You in formation
With lights out
Like it's halftime
93 I'm gassing up
I finger flick
My Midas touch
See the way
I flick the wrist
The shit I cook
It might erupt
Tell yo ass to call yo friend
She might as well come pipe it up
My homie down to fuck with her
But he don't plan on wifing her
But if she is not feel him
Then she can spend the night with us
Play y'all ass
That new Rell shit
And have y'all asses hype me up

Written by:
Rell Shaw

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