Jbill - Southside Lyrics

Bird for 3

Mix the new school trap bounce with the bars from back in the day
Can't wait to cop a new crib with a big ass yard and do laps in the Wraith
Stay humble, work hard, I shoot for the stars, then sit back and i pray
Bitch, Ima beast with these beats with the drums hard and a slap with the bass
I don't give a f*ck what you happen to say
Cause I'm passing ya lane, gotta flash in my veins
With 16 bars I'm attacking ya brain
And by the last round I'm the last to remain
Every track is a race, and you rappers can't keep up, kick it back in ya face
Told you bout the motto baby hoes down Gs up, got the cash in the safe
A lotta rappers just be biting flows
And some of you boys I might expose
All the hand bags and the tighter clothes
Got you bitches looking like some tiny hoes
I gotta keep going so they feel the pain
How many rappers did you kill today?
A million, mane
Whatchu gone do I keep getting into fueds like Azalea Banks
Nike boy I gotta check
I hit the blunt then I pass to the left
She wanna come at my neck
I told that hoe she only good for the sex
They be saying that I'm next
But really y'all haven't even seen my best
I see all you rappers you flex but really deep down y'all all living in debt

Get out my way, get out my face I need some space
Life is a game and it's a shame that you can't play
They say that I changed but really why would I wanna stay the same?
Enter the game, all of the fame, now I hear everyone screaming my name (Bitch it be GAME)

Southside, southside
Take shots, mouths wide
Send shots, we outside
Southside, southside
Southside, southside
I don't play about mine
Sending shots, we outside
Southside, southside

Southside, southside, southside

First year dropped Holy Water did like 2 thou
Last year Bird dropped Lolli then he flew south
This year prolly f*ck around an buy a new house
I been working so much overtime boutta go to a motherf*cking shoot out, man
Bitches want money man, Ithink it's funny man
I put a hunnit grand right in a rubber band
I'm on the beach and I work on my summer tan
They don't want smoke I throw bullets like Cunningham
Let it bang, let it bang
Never cash out on a wedding ring
Gotta move onto some better things
But the money and diamonds are everything

When you come to the southside, yeah
Baby come party with us
When you come to the southside, yeah
We ain't really giving a f*ck
When you come to the southside
To the southside
When you come to the southside
When you come to the southside

Get out my way, get out my face I need some space
Life is a game and it's a shame that you can't play
They say that I changed but really why would I wanna stay the same?
Enter the game, all of the fame, now I hear everyone screaming my name (Bitch it be GAME)

Southside, southside
Take shots, mouths wide
Send shots, we outside
Southside, southside
Southside, southside
I don't play about mine
Sending shots, we outside
Southside, southside