Southside, that's just how it is
And we just chilling in the crib
The homie slangin' in the 'jects
They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was f*cked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was tryna get high, I was tryna buy the eighth
I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain
Run it up, I run it up
I think about the past
I've been moving forward 'cause my life been moving way too fast
Retracing my steps
Tryna get back, to my city I rep
Young boy took a detour to the Southside
When the shit was down I was focused on the brightside
Was in H-town now i'm talking to the trap ties
Put the money down and the plug was waiting outside
Counting up hundreds, I'm counting up profit (Hundreds, profit)
I'm running this game and I won't ever stop it (Game, stop it)
I don't f*ck with beef and I don't f*ck with drama (Beef, drama)
Stay on this path get away from my momma yeah
I'm sorry I don't want your apple pie, this my rodeo (Straight up)
Gotta invest in my future 'cause I don't know where it goes
I've been out on a roll and I don't know (Just where the story goes)
Uh yeah balancing out all of the low forces with highs
I've been walking on airs soon imma step into the sky
Uh tryna get a check but I ain't talking about Nike yeah
All these bitches they wet yeah they talking about come pipe me yeah
Tryna get this bread but I wasn't in the right psyche yeah
All these shooters they rep so you know the smoke is likely yeah
Southside, that's just how it is
And we just chilling in the crib
The homie slangin' in the 'jects
They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was f*cked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was tryna get high, I was tryna by the eighth
I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain
D-ZO left the H, brought a pint back to the Southside
Sent me when I'm sinning through the loop we on some mob ties
Riding 'round the killers and they 'finna go and shoot you
We opening your mouth and yeah you gonna make the news now
We know though whats the deal
Went and imma go ahead and pop you like a pill
'Finna go and rock you, 'finna go ahead and spill
Pocket rocket, really rock it 'finna pull up imma spill yeah
Pull up we on mob shit
We mobbing, these xannies, these addys, gon' buy shit
You know that we really be 'bout it
The gun on my hip 'finna pop shit
We breaking the bank serving the glue
And D-ZO he sipping a whole lot of juice
Put a gun on my wrist and this shit looking cool
You know that I got me a glock for these tools
Gun on my wrist though
You know that I got i'm gonna be quick bro
The pack, hit a lick hoe
We really be mobbing, I know you a bitch bro
I pour me some drink and i'm feeling so lit
Gun on my wrist and this shit looking quick
I know you a bitch
Gun on my wrist and that shit looking f*cking lit
I'm hitting all these licks 'cause I know that you is a bitch
And ain't got gun up on yo hip
And I be slashing like a jit cause you be acting like a bitch
'Bout to pull up whats the deal
I'm 'bouta pull up imma go and pop another f*cking seal
Southside, that's just how it is
And we just chilling in the crib
The homie slangin' in the 'jects
They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was f*cked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was tryna get high, I was tryna by the eighth
I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain
D-ZO - 956 (Southside) [feat. Eppy] Lyrics
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Southside, that's just how it is
And we just chilling in the crib
The homie slangin' in the 'jects
They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was f*cked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was tryna get high, I was tryna buy the eighth
I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain
Run it up, I run it up
I think about the past
I've been moving forward 'cause my life been moving way too fast
Retracing my steps
Tryna get back, to my city I rep
Young boy took a detour to the Southside
When the shit was down I was focused on the brightside
Was in H-town now i'm talking to the trap ties
Put the money down and the plug was waiting outside
Counting up hundreds, I'm counting up profit (Hundreds, profit)
I'm running this game and I won't ever stop it (Game, stop it)
I don't f*ck with beef and I don't f*ck with drama (Beef, drama)
Stay on this path get away from my momma yeah
I'm sorry I don't want your apple pie, this my rodeo (Straight up)
Gotta invest in my future 'cause I don't know where it goes
I've been out on a roll and I don't know (Just where the story goes)
Uh yeah balancing out all of the low forces with highs
I've been walking on airs soon imma step into the sky
Uh tryna get a check but I ain't talking about Nike yeah
All these bitches they wet yeah they talking about come pipe me yeah
Tryna get this bread but I wasn't in the right psyche yeah
All these shooters they rep so you know the smoke is likely yeah
Southside, that's just how it is
And we just chilling in the crib
The homie slangin' in the 'jects
They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was f*cked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was tryna get high, I was tryna by the eighth
I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain
D-ZO left the H, brought a pint back to the Southside
Sent me when I'm sinning through the loop we on some mob ties
Riding 'round the killers and they 'finna go and shoot you
We opening your mouth and yeah you gonna make the news now
We know though whats the deal
Went and imma go ahead and pop you like a pill
'Finna go and rock you, 'finna go ahead and spill
Pocket rocket, really rock it 'finna pull up imma spill yeah
Pull up we on mob shit
We mobbing, these xannies, these addys, gon' buy shit
You know that we really be 'bout it
The gun on my hip 'finna pop shit
We breaking the bank serving the glue
And D-ZO he sipping a whole lot of juice
Put a gun on my wrist and this shit looking cool
You know that I got me a glock for these tools
Gun on my wrist though
You know that I got i'm gonna be quick bro
The pack, hit a lick hoe
We really be mobbing, I know you a bitch bro
I pour me some drink and i'm feeling so lit
Gun on my wrist and this shit looking quick
I know you a bitch
Gun on my wrist and that shit looking f*cking lit
I'm hitting all these licks 'cause I know that you is a bitch
And ain't got gun up on yo hip
And I be slashing like a jit cause you be acting like a bitch
'Bout to pull up whats the deal
I'm 'bouta pull up imma go and pop another f*cking seal
Southside, that's just how it is
And we just chilling in the crib
The homie slangin' in the 'jects
They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was f*cked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was tryna get high, I was tryna by the eighth
I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain
And we just chilling in the crib
The homie slangin' in the 'jects
They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was f*cked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was tryna get high, I was tryna buy the eighth
I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain
Run it up, I run it up
I think about the past
I've been moving forward 'cause my life been moving way too fast
Retracing my steps
Tryna get back, to my city I rep
Young boy took a detour to the Southside
When the shit was down I was focused on the brightside
Was in H-town now i'm talking to the trap ties
Put the money down and the plug was waiting outside
Counting up hundreds, I'm counting up profit (Hundreds, profit)
I'm running this game and I won't ever stop it (Game, stop it)
I don't f*ck with beef and I don't f*ck with drama (Beef, drama)
Stay on this path get away from my momma yeah
I'm sorry I don't want your apple pie, this my rodeo (Straight up)
Gotta invest in my future 'cause I don't know where it goes
I've been out on a roll and I don't know (Just where the story goes)
Uh yeah balancing out all of the low forces with highs
I've been walking on airs soon imma step into the sky
Uh tryna get a check but I ain't talking about Nike yeah
All these bitches they wet yeah they talking about come pipe me yeah
Tryna get this bread but I wasn't in the right psyche yeah
All these shooters they rep so you know the smoke is likely yeah
Southside, that's just how it is
And we just chilling in the crib
The homie slangin' in the 'jects
They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was f*cked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was tryna get high, I was tryna by the eighth
I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain
D-ZO left the H, brought a pint back to the Southside
Sent me when I'm sinning through the loop we on some mob ties
Riding 'round the killers and they 'finna go and shoot you
We opening your mouth and yeah you gonna make the news now
We know though whats the deal
Went and imma go ahead and pop you like a pill
'Finna go and rock you, 'finna go ahead and spill
Pocket rocket, really rock it 'finna pull up imma spill yeah
Pull up we on mob shit
We mobbing, these xannies, these addys, gon' buy shit
You know that we really be 'bout it
The gun on my hip 'finna pop shit
We breaking the bank serving the glue
And D-ZO he sipping a whole lot of juice
Put a gun on my wrist and this shit looking cool
You know that I got me a glock for these tools
Gun on my wrist though
You know that I got i'm gonna be quick bro
The pack, hit a lick hoe
We really be mobbing, I know you a bitch bro
I pour me some drink and i'm feeling so lit
Gun on my wrist and this shit looking quick
I know you a bitch
Gun on my wrist and that shit looking f*cking lit
I'm hitting all these licks 'cause I know that you is a bitch
And ain't got gun up on yo hip
And I be slashing like a jit cause you be acting like a bitch
'Bout to pull up whats the deal
I'm 'bouta pull up imma go and pop another f*cking seal
Southside, that's just how it is
And we just chilling in the crib
The homie slangin' in the 'jects
They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr)
Them boys just stacked up all the chips
Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah
Southside, left the H
I was f*cked up, had a lot of shit on my plate
I was tryna get high, I was tryna by the eighth
I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain
Writer: Damian Zepeda, Ethson Reyna
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid