BigKayBeezy – Southside Lyrics

 

Southside Lyrics by BigKayBeezyBigKayBeezy

 

Headshot, red dot, dead opps outside
Better not let my G-lock crossfire
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline
We ball, don’t mind
Where you from southside

Headshot, red dot, dead opps outside
Better not let my G-lock crossfire
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline
We ball, don’t mind
Where you from southside

Where your gun
You ain’t never caught a body did you
I like honeybuns attached to my gun double digits
I shoot shit for fun
I’m hot like the sun
Michael Bridges you your daddy son
And he Chuck E. Cheese you be snitchin’
What’s my favorite gun glock lemon squeeze with them switches
She like having fun I like having fun we can kick it
Hit the back should have hit the front now he Ricky
My fit and rack just to grab some blunts accidently
Hit the rack pick up social bucks and we spinning
Where them n***** at I ain’t smoke a blunt in a minute
I’m out front n**** I ain’t give a fuck in a minute
Test your luck I ain’t mess with this four buck in a minute, bitch

Headshot, red dot, dead opps outside
Better not let my G-lock crossfire
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline
We ball, don’t mind
Where you from southside

Headshot, red dot, dead opps outside
Better not let my G-lock crossfire
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline
We ball, don’t mind
Where you from southside

I’m gettin’ back right back in that mood again
They like you acting rude again
I grew up around hooligans
A lot of guns and groovy shit
And I’m not with that goofy shit my life just like a movie, yeah
AR came with the cooling kit his shit look like he nutered his
Who said they could fuck with me you cant compare my moves to his
You can’t compare my jewelry or my clothes or my shoes to his
Two for tens came from two for tens now I come through for tens
Show for ten I might lose a bet won’t lose my mans again
Private jets just so I can flex they like how you been
Ain’t got that yet but I know what come next they gon’ love me than
Don’t get laid to rest and get hit in your chest for holdin’ up your chin
Don’t wear no vest we aimin’ for your neck and next we hunt your mans

Headshot, red dot, dead opps outside
Better not let my G-lock crossfire
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline
We ball, don’t mind
Where you from southside

Headshot, red dot, dead opps outside
Better not let my G-lock crossfire
Leapfrog, he died, he logged offline
We ball, don’t mind
Where you from southside