Lyrics: King, Marquis Amonte
Music: King, Marquis Amonte
GG, NBA, aww
Real gangster shit, yeah
Where we come from niggas don't play
Southside niggas on the North movin' weight
Yeah, we might slide on a nigga broad day
Them youngins, they be thuggin',
Don't come in these hallways
And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah
Playin' with the rocks, put the money in the safe, yeah
Screamin' wrong or right,
Shoot a nigga in the face, yeah
Niggas out of line, we gon' put 'em in they place, yeah
Now look here
I come from beefin', slangin' nine at the other side
I never let it go,
I just went harder when my nigga died
I been locked up too many times,
I run it without even tryin'
I want your head, I drop a dime
You run up, you might lose your mind
Rich nigga, Audemar on me and my nigga
And I be runnin' with some niggas
Every one with the shit
Don't take my jewelry off,
Come out the window slangin' that stick
I'm cold-hearted, **** my mama
We gon' step on a nigga, believe that
No picks and chooses, it go down when I lose it
And I done came up on so much,
I swear I don't wanna lose it
I point him out
And that's a fact that Meezy steppin' on fooly
And I know Glizzy really trap,
Don't give a **** 'bout the music, yeah
Where we come from niggas don't play
Southside niggas on the North movin' weight
Yeah, we might slide on a nigga broad day
Them youngins, they be thuggin',
Don't come in these hallways
And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah
Playin' with the rocks, put the money in the safe, yeah
Screamin' wrong or right,
Shoot a nigga in the face, yeah
Nigga out of line,
We gon' put 'em in they place, yeah
Nigga you know what's up with us
So don't act like you stupid
I just bought a Bentley truck and it came with a shooter
Your bitch sucked me up while I was listening to Future
No I don't give a ****
You see them niggas, better do 'em
Tell me what the **** you on, I just bought another home
Got the plug on line one and YoungBoy on my other phone
When I ran up on them niggas, my hoodie was VLONE
Baby 3 my heart, and in my eyes, no he can't do wrong
Forty-five tucked inside my Helmut Lang sweats
If I call you my slime then that mean you gon' slatt
Your niggas they ain't ride, nigga how much you gon' bet?
Catch that nigga who killed my brother
And I won't mind goin' back (30 30)
Where we come from niggas don't play
Southside niggas on the North movin' weight
Yeah, we might slide on a nigga broad day
Them youngins, they be thuggin',
Don't come in these hallways
And we be on the block makin' money all day, yeah
Playin' with the rocks, put the money in the safe, yeah
Screamin' wrong or right,
Shoot a nigga in the face, yeah
Niggas out of line, we gon' put 'em in they place, yeah
Hold on,
I'm 'bout that, 'bout my niggas out there soldiers
Hanging with them killers, bopping,
That's how you know the realest
Nigga yeah, I **** you in yo booty then I kick ya out
That slime shit, that blind shit, I blow a nigga down
Straight out the cell, nigga I'm out my mind
I got a million for every nigga want a slice of mine
And all my niggas keep them pistols, we ain't wastin' time
Them niggas, they be sayin' then these niggas dyin'
And look here, ready for Glizzy they go back to Jefe2, wait
Probably love that lord 3, but **** nigga what up?
I'm thuggin' in this bitch and I'mma cut up
And we gon' stab 'em, we gon' and beat the shit up
Believe that
Me-za, what it is lil' nigga?
You're in my way no Glizzy Glizzy
Be gettin' too high, nah,
I'm just coolin' off wavin' on, ya 'erd me?