Southside Story

[Intro] Rio 10Fifty, I love you [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I'm one of them shooters from the Southside Racks comin' in tell 'em drop it on a red eye [?] Millie said stop holdin' back, bring the hell out Why the fuck I put a paper tag on the Scat? When 12 came free they got a handle on the TEC Know I had to hit it I ain't gone for a day Motion sensors in the car like a fuckin' Wraith Got a lil' kid I ain't goin' for a mess Minus all the bullshit, have a lot of sex I never had shit so I'ma go 'head and flex I don't trust shit, learned that from my ex Took a gamechange, from the south over here I done been through a lot so boy don't test Road rage, livin' life on edge I ain't got a choice, you can't hold one rare [Verse 1: Millie Go Lightly & Lil Gotit] Hit 'em with the clic-clac, say I wanna big bag If you got them big racks, gonna have to stack that (You want a milli, bring that check up) Trust me that I'm bad bad, I already know that If you tryna pull through, better have the big cash Told me to get it, I get it, he got it It's Millie and Gotit, we drippin', we locked in We ain’t driving basic, we only want foreigns Give a fuck 'bout your check when we already flooded [Verse 2: Lil Gotit & Millie Go Lightly] I found a swing[?] Do what I told 'em, just belive me (If you got them big racks, gonna have to stack that) Just look for me, he's a Grim 10 o'clock, street got millions (If you tryna pull through, better have the big cash) Get 'em out, shoot a TEC, tell 'em bring through bling (We trappin', we locked in) Seen that store, car parked in Popped another pill, I'm ready to go Saw you get that ass, he start laughing and geeked all night She ain't told him a joke (Quavo) He so geeked ain't really had a name on the ass He said lil' mama which way to go Matter of fact, why you stayin' a ho? She said gettin' out the hood my goal He said "You still got family over here?" She looked at him and said "Fo' sho'" Meanwhile, I'm still posted at the store Waitin' for him to pull up to wipe his nose We gotta get out, you know how it goes Big headlights come flyin' down the road Thinkin' to myself, look at that bust pullin' in that Ghost He ain't even know no shit 'bout the goat I'm finna show lil' nigga how we roll Popped out, Glock out, put it to his head, pussy nigga shut up Put to heads that's gon' show some better Boy you think you [?] Millie feel like coming up [?] [?] Yeah, I got drip, stackin' up to the ceiling Come get it [?] He gon' get it, pop a fitted He on this side, [?] He better think the bullet hot like chili Come on with this wrestling, got a perfect killing (Mercedes) One more time, while pistol whippin' I'ma let the Bentley start revvin' Millie get the bag, hurry, let's get it Bet the pussy learn my name in these trenches [Chorus: Lil Gotit] I'm one of them shooters from the Southside Racks comin' in tell 'em drop it on a red eye [?] Millie said stop holdin' back, bring the hell out Why the fuck I put a paper tag on the Scat? When 12 came free they got a handle on the TEC Know I had to hit it I ain't gone for a day Motion sensors in the car like a fuckin' Wraith Got a lil' kid I ain't goin' for a mess Minus all the bullshit, have a lot of sex I never had shit so I'ma go 'head and flex I don't trust shit, learned that from my ex Took a gamechange, from the south over here I done been through a lot so boy don't test Road rage, livin' life on edge I ain't got a choice, you can't hold one rare [Outro: Lil Gotit] I ain't got a choice, you can't hold one rare I ain't got a choice, you can't hold one rare