SOUFSIDE, Pt. 4 Lyrics

Nigga this that Soufside

Nigga this that Soufside

Nigga this that Soufside shit

Nigga this that Soufside

Nigga this that Soufside

Nigga this that Soufside shit

Head hanging

Gun banging

BG, nigga we still ganging

Told her to hand me the pill and I'll take it

Way that this pussy is feeling outrageous

I reach in this Polo Bag, it's getting dangerous

I cannot kick it with niggas, they traitorous

I was outside with a half on my person

My lil nigga showing me music, for certain

If he was still here it'd be wraps

Fuck all the structure, I just want to rap

I told them it's fuck 'em, ain't taking it back

I'll make amends just to clear my conscience

But them relationships way too noxious

BD disorder got me feeling monstrous

I'll lie to a bitch like a member of congress

She think I'm the president cause of them empty promises

Okay, word

Behind the wheel and off hydros I'll swerve

Shawty just died and that shit struck a nerve

I'm getting drunk, getting high just to curb the thoughts of what I could've did to be better

I feel like I don't have the right to be hurt

Back to this rap shit, enough bout my actions

I can't even file my own taxes

Even if you had prescription glasses

Still couldn't see what I'm saying

See what I mean? This is a different pain

This the shit that used to make me smoke dank

I just want a slab with some bows, and another with blades

Both of em full of hoes, outside a mavs game

This the way life goes, ain't no one to blame

I'd forever be mad if I did that

So tell life, I'm bout to get my get back

Like my mama telling me "get yo lick back"

Put that fuck nigga on a bullet train

If he ever threaten Mr. Rae-Rae

Do it same day

Niggas couldn't be me with the same name

I swear on the river styx

These niggas whole style derivative

And they still ain't showing no initiative

And they passion for rapping diminishing

Big body bitch with a fat ass booty

The way she use her brain swear that hoe just like Lucy

I'm on one just like Kyla Pratt

Gwen Stefani my main hoe gon holler back

Ayo, im still right here, where the problem at?

You ain't never seen death and came crawling back

When it come to fuck shit, I'm on all of that

3k empty that fifty round drum and yo family gon haul em back

Boy this that Soufside shit (Aye, I said)

Yeah, this that Soufside (Come on)

I said this that Soufside

Yeah, this that Soufside shit (Aye, okay)

My boy, this that Soufside

Nigga this that Soufside (Let's get it)

You know this that Soufside shit, nigga

Mr. Rae-Rae nigga

Mr. Rae-Rae bitch

Outside with a bitch that look just like Issa Rae

Uh-huh, okay