Lyrics Soufside Shawty - j shiest

(Someone told me they saw your girl with another man)
(It's breaking my heart)
(On some RDB shit, niggas always tryna be up on that weird shit)

(Perry Been-!)

Southside shawty dread-head i was unfortunate

Nigga play wit RDB i swear that we gone torture him

My Brodie cold hearted you cant een' put a fork in him

A long way from the projects i was sitting on the porch with them

Walk down

No more asking questions, now they ask why he don't talk now

No more second fiddle yeah nigga I'm on top now

Sliding in the vert but i ain't riding with the top down

Trigger finger itching gotta stop it yeah

Lately they been tryna tell a youngin' how to pop it

I'm the youngest gotta get some money

I ain't got an option

RDB forever

J Mitch know im known to get it poppin

We cant be together, we ain't dating prolly only talking

Thats on Z.Roy

I know how the game go

I grew up 'round them d-boy's

Riding with my cousin Nard

That nigga making street noise

I just talked to Trell he said he straight

You know that we boys

Doing donuts in the cat i lost it yeah

Turn yo savage up some more

RDB gon up the score

Eeny meeny miny moe

Might see me wit a nigga hoe

All i know is get the bag and never ever drop the motion

Shawty said she love me

Must be trippin' off that fuckin' potion

Mama tried to hug me

I can tell she feeling mixed emotions

Her son be out here hustling

Nigga starting to make some damn commotion

I been going straight up to the top i call that locomotion

These niggas ain't really popping they just having local motion

I been tryna run it up

Shawty tried to play me it didn't work cause i wasn't dumb enough

I been holding back cause i might fuck 'round turn the summer up

Hanging round kev and juan they sho'll can fuck some money up

Lil' Kee ain't doing running up

D.A. making jokes

She keep on laughing i don't see whats Fani

Man it hurt so bad when they took thug

Feel like sum' took him from me

I been feeling bad

I just beat COVID I'm kinda feeling funny

Niggas posting Glock's up on the gram

Next day they took it from you

Southside shawty dread-head i was unfortunate

Nigga play wit RDB i swear that we gone totrture him

My Brodie cold hearted you cant een' put a fork in him

A long way from the projects i was sitting on the porch with them

Walk down

No more asking questions, now they ask why he don't talk now

No more second fiddle, yeah nigga I'm on top now

Sliding in the vert but i ain't riding with the top down

Trigger finger itching gotta stop it yeah

(Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah!)
(Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah! Frrah!)