paroles de chanson Southbound - 99zed

Break into your mammy house, blood is pouring out my mouth
We south bound boys scraping up change up out the couch
And I'm kicking it with a dead hoe, riding to the corner store
She brought a bag of blow, but Sinatra brought a little more
And I'm pistol gripping, pistol whipping, fistful of the 40 sipping
River City, kicking it toe to toe with you bitches
And I'm smoking a pack of reds, bitch I'm feeling like I'm dead
Might as well grab the nine, unload it in my head

You a rat, call you 6iine, kill you with the blicky, uh
Gripping on my dick, bitch I'm feeling like 50 bruh
You internet thugging, where the fuck is your semi, huh?
Get the fuck up out my face, you capping what you keeping tucked
And I'm a scum bag baby, hit a lick to make a profit
Put me in a cage, when you throw thе key make sure you lock it
And my shawty draw my linеs 'cause I don't ever fucking pop it
Place the .45 against my skull and then I fucking cock it, uh

Living every day with a hunger for death
Either I'ma kill someone or I'ma be put to rest
I'ma kill these motherfuckers 'til my cardiac arrest
And my ribs are fucking vacant 'cause there's nothing in my chest
Coming up from the gutter with nobody by my side
So I snort a line and I sip on cyanide
And I'm trapped inside with the voices in my mind
Send a shiver down my spine as I cock the 9, uh

You a rat, call you 6iine, kill you with the blicky, uh
Gripping on my dick, bitch I'm feeling like 50 bruh
You internet thugging, where the fuck is your semi, huh?
Get the fuck up out my face, you capping what you keeping tucked
And I'm a scum bag baby, hit a lick to make a profit
Put me in a cage, when you throw the key make sure you lock it
And my shawty draw my lines 'cause I don't ever fucking pop it
Place the .45 against my skull and then I fucking cock it, uh

99 with the tool like a mechanic, uh
Talking shit but when we face-to-face you panic, uh
And you copy all my shit, don't understand it, uh
Get your own shit, bitch, quit playing bruh
I'm a young Shigaraki, what I touch is in the greats
And Saliva Todoroki got the ice up in his veins
All these bitches try and copy and they always imitate
Can never be us bitch, please allow me to demonstrate
Cause I'm a soul reaper, a life stealing dope dealer
And my line is beeping, 'cause I'm a junkie fiending, never sleeping
I'm a menace to society, your music wack, retire please
Your bitch is dropping to her knees, I'm praying hold my Jesus piece

You a rat, call you 6iine, kill you with the blicky, uh
Gripping on my dick, bitch I'm feeling like 50 bruh
You internet thugging, where the fuck is your semi, huh?
Get the fuck up out my face, you capping what you keeping tucked
And I'm a scum bag baby, hit a lick to make a profit
Put me in a cage, when you throw the key make sure you lock it
And my shawty draw my lines 'cause I don't ever fucking pop it
Place the .45 against my skull and then I fucking cock it, uh