Southside Lyrics – Pepto B
Singer: Pepto B
Title: Southside
Grab a couple bodies and I put ’em in the Southside
Hit a couple licks, yeah I take ’em from the back side
They can run, but they won’t escape because I
Put on that muzzle break and all these bullets stay amplified
Steal a couple Audis and I keep ’em in the Southside
Sorta sick, I make all these other rappers terrified
Think they won, but they’ll never win because I
Switch my sh#t up all the timе and stay in this place every night
Now you know who’s comin’ (f#ck!)
Now you know who’s comin’
Now you know who’s comin’ (Uh! Uh!)
Gеt to runnin’ ’cause I’m ’bout to get to gunnin’
Southside is where I stay, but don’t forget I’m never late
Always on time, catching bodies on my dinner plate
Take her on a date, but stay strapped for the gangs that wait
f#ck the colors, we rep those black masks with the face paint
You got an issue? Just kidding, get the f#ck up out my lane
Cause when this Tommy come out, you gon’ come hear it spray
My throat real dry, think I need to sip some sprite
With that codeine and some hype, it’s gonna be a fun night
Get to runnin’ ’cause I’m ’bout to get to gunnin’
All departs, black cop cars in the rearview mirror
Bank owner’s wife in the trunk, he won’t ever see her
‘Tali flag on the skirt, shifted with a milli’ gears
Twelve grand on the dash with some molly, call it leap year
We never pray for love
We only play for fun
That’s how we get it
Too many bounties on us
How many pennies for a fuss?
That’s how we like it
I spy with my little eye, it’s the one-time
Never gonna live to see my suit not matching with my tie
Now you know who’s comin’
Now you know who’s comin’ (Hahahaha)
Now you know who’s comin’
Get to runnin’ ’cause I’m ’bout to get to gunnin’
Lights go off and the squad waiting by your door
We got those MP5s primed, time for bodies to hit the Floor
They want the smoke so it soundin’ more like an addiction
But any kind of cloud gone leave you in crit’al condition
I don’t think you understand
Get the f#ck up out my land
Fine you wanna catch these hands?
Dropped your sh#t, copped a band
Your girl want me to be her man’s
But f#ck that b#tch, I wanna dance
Gun whipped out, show your hands
Then shoot that b#tch for stealing fans
Grab a couple bodies and I put ’em in the Southside
Hit a couple licks, yeah I take ’em from the back side
They can run, but they won’t escape because I
Put on that muzzle break and all these bullets stay amplified
Steal a couple Audis and I keep ’em in the Southside
Sorta sick, I make all these other rappers terrified
Think they won, but they’ll never win because I
Switch my sh#t up all the time and stay in this place every night
Now you know who’s comin’
Now you know who’s comin’
Now you know who’s comin’
Get to runnin’ ’cause I’m ’bout to get to gunnin’
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