| Hah, no matter where you’re rollin' |
| How much cash that you’re foldin' |
| How much woodgrain you’re holdin' |
| fuck 12 still patrolling |
| No matter if your wrist frozen |
| If you bought it or it’s stolen |
| get chosen |
| Fuck a seven, nigga, we penitentiary posin' |
| I got that dogfood and blow in |
| Them niggas snitchin', I don’t know them |
| Tag-toeing them, John Doe-ing them |
| AK all for four of them |
| In the back of that, they go again, yeah |
| A pretty night, I might show them |
| City lights, white doors I’m controlling |
| Twenty ounce Sprite screwed, poured a four in |
| Translation, make sure you niggas totin' |
| Southside still holding |
| Southside, we still holding |
| Southside, we still holding |
| Yeah, nigga, Southside still holding |