Poppy H - SouthSide (feat. Young Juve)

Weapons hot
That nigga crossed the wrong line I left him on the other side My niggas tryna catch a vibe
Huh
The way we living do or die the money doing suicides, she love me hope she wouldn't lie
Huh
They heard me screaming B squad this nigga from the SouthSide young nigga gang ties
Nobody want no beef though, I'm chilling on the east side, swing through, weapons hot
Wake up in the morning brush my teeth and take a shot
Phone ringing off the hook they tryna purchase what I got yea
White tee and Chuck Taylor's I ain't flashy with my guap
Play with mine I drop a bag and get you put up like a clock
Different story not the plot, tried to run off he got hit
Greed and money be the reason niggas dying round this bitch
Been taking losses at a high rate, saving my bread to put them bitches on the highway
Saving my bread to put them bitches on the highway
It's my way or no way
Ain't no way out this smoke Cuz if we find you we rolling
Rolling off a pill can't slip now I'm to focused
I might catch score another touchdown if she open
Weapons hot
That nigga crossed the wrong line I left him on the other side My niggas tryna catch a vibe
Huh
The way we living do or die the money doing suicides, she love me hope she wouldn't lie
Huh
They heard me screaming B squad this nigga from the SouthSide young nigga gang ties
Nobody want no beef though, I'm chilling on the east side, swing through, weapons hot
I know you love me til your well run dry, I know you told you forever gone slide
I know its hard to believe in god, when you rolling with them demons ha
I know you came from the cement it's easy to leave your squad
I keep it real I wear my heart on my sleeve
I know I'm young but I'm far from naïve
We'll leave a Nigga seaside nothing to see
Im a hood nigga beach side I got my heat
Weapons hot
That nigga crossed the wrong line I left him on the other side My niggas tryna catch a vibe
Huh
The way we living do or die the money doing suicides, she love me hope she wouldn't lie
Huh
They heard me screaming B squad this nigga from the SouthSide young nigga gang ties
Nobody want no beef though, I'm chilling on the east side, swing through, weapons hot

Written by:
Demetrius Mack-Gray, Nathaniel Holden

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