Southside

[Chorus: Lil Reek] Pressure get applied, I'm playin' my block Bought me a Wraith just to drop my top Bought me a Wraith just to park on my block I got the block hot, slid in a hotbox We slid on the block nigga, whole hundred shots Three niggas died, three niggas get shot Nigga fuck squashin' beef, man your ass gotta die 4 Pockets Full, man wish a nigga tried Slime in this with me and you know he got the fire You cuffin' that ho but you know she a thot G-Code, G6, straight off the lot I call up my slimes, boy they down to ride A hundred shots on your block when we slide A scope on the stick if he try to hide We pull up and face him, we hop out, we fire A hundred the dash, back to the south side [Verse 1: Lil Keed] Woo, we hop out then fire, the beam on his eyes He dyin' inside, I know he won't cry I'm squared the fuck up, I'm flyer than fly This shit can get real, you know you can die Lil Reek pass the gas, you know we get high Not worried 'bout no nigga, I know G gon' fire Shawty gon' slide and Noonie gon' slide [Verse 2: G-Baby] It's G-Code, I told you I don't have no patience I told 'em I'd catch that boy later Lil Reek, he with me, count paper Line that ho up like a waiter Take that boy in like the pacer I'm 'bout that bag, I'ma chase it I'm havin' all types of flavor Menace gon' pop that potato Shawty got the work, he can't save you [Chorus: Lil Reek] Pressure get applied, I'm playin' my block Bought me a Wraith just to drop my top Bought me a Wraith just to park on my block I got the block hot, slid in a hotbox We slid on the block nigga, whole hundred shots Three niggas died, three niggas get shot Nigga fuck squashin' beef, man your ass gotta die 4 Pockets Full, man wish a nigga tried Slime in this with me and you know he got the fire You cuffin' that ho but you know she a thot G-Code, G6, straight off the lot I call up my slimes, boy they down to ride A hundred shots on your block when we slide A scope on the stick if he try to hide We pull up and face him, we hop out, we fire A hundred the dash, back to the south side [Verse 3: Slimelife Shawty] A hundred on the dash, all the way to south side Everybody with me YSL, yeah we slime Everybody with me YSL, yeah we slide Slatt, slatt, slatt, slime These niggas be problems, them choppers gon' solve 'em I took that boy's life, might as well say I bought him My shooter gon' gun at you just like I taught him He tried to smash out but that AR had caught him Young nigga came up light in the 'Vette These ain't VV's, these Audemar Piguets I just want head, baby girl I don't want sex I'm YSL, baby girl we up next I talk too fast with choppers and TEC's Play on my block, I swear you gon' rest Play on my block, YSL make a mess Last nigga played on my block got stretched [Chorus: Lil Reek] Pressure get applied, I'm playin' my block Bought me a Wraith just to drop my top Bought me a Wraith just to park on my block I got the block hot, slid in a hotbox We slid on the block nigga, whole hundred shots Three niggas died, three niggas get shot Nigga fuck squashin' beef, man your ass gotta die 4 Pockets Full, man wish a nigga tried Slime in this with me and you know he got the fire You cuffin' that ho but you know she a thot G-Code, G6, straight off the lot I call up my slimes, boy they down to ride A hundred shots on your block when we slide A scope on the stick if he try to hide We pull up and face him, we hop out, we fire A hundred the dash, back to the south side Pressure get applied, I'm playin' my block Bought me a Wraith just to drop my top Bought me a Wraith just to park on my block I got the block hot, slid in a hotbox We slid on the block nigga, whole hundred shots Three niggas died, three niggas get shot Nigga fuck squashin' beef, man your ass gotta die 4 Pockets Full, man wish a nigga tried Slime in this with me and you know he got the fire You cuffin' that ho but you know she a thot G-Code, G6, straight off the lot I call up my slimes, boy they down to ride A hundred shots on your block when we slide A scope on the stick if he try to hide We pull up and face him, we hop out, we fire A hundred the dash, back to the south side