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Southside on the track, yeah Southside Southside Yeah Strapped I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real I put the "d" in dope for real Saint Laurent on my coat for real That Draco, that Draco I'm with the reds in Clayco Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one We had them bands in the neighborhood Temp fade, new J's All day, catch plays White tee, dope boy Move that dope, boy Trappin' out a bando Servin' out a window Tryna run our mills up That's what we pay the rent for SongtexteFuck it up in the Gucci store, them M's in Bad bitch lookin' like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim I just want push start on my car Shoutout the hood, they know I'm a god They know we bang wherever we are I just took these cuts on stage Look at these VVS's in my chain I'm doing better, I can't even complain Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane With the gang, I ain't switchin' the name Paper tag, got me switchin' these lanes Do anything to get me some chains These niggas be fuckin' for fame I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside Shout out Deezy and them loc's who crippin' on the Southside I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real I put the "d" in dope for real Saint Laurent on my coat for real That Draco, that Draco I'm with the reds in Clayco Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one We had them bands in the neighborhood I'm doing shit that they wishing they could I'm the first one, brought my Wraith through the hood They hated on me, but it's still all good Draco on me, and it's still all wood I'm on probation, they let off a fool They on my drip, tryna see what I do They takin' notes, tryna study my moves They tryna do what I do All-Star weekend, I was gettin' the pack in Heard you got your shit took, nigga you lackin' Big body Benz "beep, beep" when it back in Real street niggas buyin' bags with the backends These niggas ain't authentic, they actin' And I ain't get to the money, they cappin' What happened? I thought you was a real one? Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones These diamonds dancin' too loud in my ear, so I don't hear them My homie got the stick, I got the glizzy We don't fear them These niggas don't wanna play with us I swear that we gon' kill them I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside Long live Troup, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside Shout out Deezy and them Lo's who crippin' on the Southside I get bags in for the low and send them to the Southside Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real I put the "d" in dope for real Saint Laurent on my coat for real That Draco, that Draco I'm with the reds in Clayco Shoutout to Clayhead, that nigga a real one We had them bands in the neighborhood Strapped Aus Songtexte Mania