Sidepiece Lyrics

Look at the game swish

Bitch, you bunk, you can't even be my side piece

Bitch, you bunk, you can't even be my side piece

Can't even be my side piece

Nope

Bitch, you bunk, you can't even be my side piece

I used to want five, now a nigga wanna dime piece

These niggas say they looking for us, that's a problem

We in that front line, we ain't hanging on no side streets

Our Glock twins, so we call them bitches Siamese

Fuck the law, all they do is wanna fry me

Y'all better have some cash if you bitches wanna try me

I really stand no business, the other shit ain't really like me

Don't do no talking, let my chop get hyphy

We don't do no barking, we gon' pull up and just bite em

All that talking to the net, get you excited

If we ain't bounce out on that skit, I wasn't sliding

I had to teach myself to be a shooter and a driver

The hustler and a fighter, it was all about my pride cuz

Cause I hate that phone call when we all take that lost huh

But still through it all, a nigga gotta boss up

Niggas trollin' on that gram until we caught one

Bitch, you know I'm high demand, I'm that choppa

I go to war with anybody who got a problem

Any nigga say they hoed me, it is not one

Bitch, you bunk, you can't even be my side piece

I used to want five, now a nigga wanna dime

These niggas say they looking for us, that's a problem

We in that front line, we ain't hanging on no side streets

I block twins, so we call them bitches, Siamese

Fuck the law, all they do is wanna fry me

Y'all better have some cash if you bitches wanna try me

I really stand on business, the other shit ain't really like me

If it's up, then it's stuck, we can't bring it down

I'm laughing at a bunk, bitch, you should see me now

When I was silent in the game, you couldn't see me loud

Now I'm really in my bag, you should see these thous

Where I'm from, I seen killers really hold it down

Them niggas hitting every day, they pitching off the mound

Won't make a sound, he'll run up, leave you on the ground

We up bodies, they don't post them niggas on the ground

I won't trick, unless my bitch, get a only fan

He balling, but he pussy, these niggas juwana man

Call bro, we'll spin with two FNs

Caught his bro, now his bro ain't got a best friend

Cut his right, now what's left is left hand man

I'm a bull with this Jordan, here go his last dance

I fuck my bitch so good, she can't even stand

All she do is wanna pay me, so she bring me bands

She got these fuck bitches mad, cause they came in last

We hear some shit about your ass, then we on your ass

Bitch, don't chase me, go and chase the bag

If you don't do nothing, just don't be a fag

Bitch, you bunk, you can't even be my side piece

I used to want five, now a nigga wanna dime piece

These niggas say they looking for us, that's a probably

We on that front line, we ain't hanging on no side streets

I block twins, so we call them bitches, Siamese

Fuck the law, all they do is wanna fry me

Y'all better have some cash if you bitches wanna try me

I really stand no business, the other shit ain't really like me