Puday Piff - 2am on the Southside (feat. Lewi B, Bagz Da Billy & Studz Corleone) Lyrics

Shooters know you, you don't know me
Fentanyl bars one hit & you ode
It's either you salute or you shoot me
Pulling up pitchfork in front of the new v
Shooters know you, you don't know me
Fentanyl bars one hit & you ode
Quality control I'm Q.C
Copped a whole joint started out wit a QP

2020 vision they talking bout who's realer
They like RIP my nigger but be chilling with the killer
You yungins don't know about pain cuz they don't feel it
Plus Popping too many pills they in your feelings
The streets ain't the same these niggsz snitching
Blinders On I got that tunnel vision
100 bottles for the gang cuz we rep that different
I guess this is how it feel when you winning
Was top ramen in the winter
Now it's steak & lobster for dinner
Never settle for less gotta move with a purpose
Cuz if you dnt know your worth then your worthless
This for the have & the have nots
CAme a long way from selling crack on the back blocks
We was just trying to make it
They praying for my downfall them niggaz is still waiting
They got the mad face them niaggaz is still hating
And we still here thru the trials & tribulations
The night is young I can feel the vibes
The rush of the money it makes me feel alive
Slow money no money I took the faster route
If you ain't getting chinni what you yapping bout
My gunnaz run the town better ask around
I call up my youngin he bring the ladder out
These niggaz talking bout who rap better
Came up from the bottom I'm a product of the crack era
I ain't slipping think imma lack never
Keep a 357 under my black sweater
Break it down cuz we ain't selling no weight
It's money down then im stopping the bank
I want it all you niggsz taking up space
If it's war none of you niggaz is safe
You can't swim w the sharks in the tank
You couldn't spin the yard w a shank & cause terror
We ain't cut from the same cloth I'm in the wrong era
Bang bang baby this is what I to
Get the drop head shot now you on the news

I ain't going out for something my man said
So I'm clipping him like Aaron Hernandez
Yeah he flashing it but that was his bread
Toting some shit bout as long as my

Ain't nothing change I still stash the work in the light switch
I might just stuff a whole brick in a white bitch
Take o.t have her working the night shift
Then come back & splurge on Virgil off white shit
A problem they can't do nothing with me
Razor to his face that will give him a buck fifty
Hold that
I bust my gun nigga & sold crack
Dior kicks for the drip cost me a whole rack
All these rappers bitch real shit & they flow wack
Kill em on a Thursday then make em a throw back you know that

I Just went and copped a wip
Then i put 6 on some jewelry
Turned around and copped another wip
Like theres two of me
I'm looking like a caught a lick but bitch
This ain't new to me
And I walk around the strip
Like ain't shit they gon do to me
All white off white red stripes
2 guns 4 clips red lights
1 night two chicks head twice
In the hood you know the good die young
So respect life
I'm dead nice
Since a yougin they couldn't f*ck wit me
Cross town Nigga fronted he caught a buck 50
Dumb nigga
Did some shit you couldn't make up
Couldn't catch em during lock in
So i hit em on the wake up
What your mans thought
And i kept the grip in the Jansport
Ot flipping Half of bricks not a gram short
OGs taught me how to wip it and transport
It ain't about the money my nigga
It's what you stand for
GEMS