SouthSide Mike

[Intro] Dunder Mifflin, this is Jordan France Yeah, real Rx [Verse] I'll walk in this bitch like Southside Mike Take a thirty-milligram, I'll be high all night Thirty rounds in the Glock, I do not wanna fight Up this glick and end a nigga night Auntie hit the work, she sing like Betty White Glock go off, JJ Dynomite High as shit, Napoleon Dynamite Four O's in the front? Then it's just my type Walk in this bitch and buy what I like Iceberg Slim on a nigga wife I'll walk in this bitch like Steve-O The roxy kicked in, leave me 'lone This a Chrome Heart hoodie, this is not VLONE They ask me every day, "What the fuck you on?" Pick up my phone, like, "What the fuck you want?" Slide through the block, like, "What the fuck goin' on?" They like, "Pap, what the fuck?" I dare a nigga to try his fuckin' luck They gon' hogtie your grandma for us Them niggas bitch, I'm not with them I walked in this bitch like the lone wolf Thinkin' 'bout which nigga I'm gon' joog Bitch, I'm Young Scooter when it come to joogin' The Migos I know don't wear Versace They ain't trappin' out no fuckin' bando They in the foreign, playin' a banjo Wearin' sombreros, totin' Dracos I walk in this bitch like [?] That nigga don't trap, it's an illusion I will up the glick for all confusion Tell that opp nigga to suck dick! I leave out this bitch like Bill Russell I don't need muscles relaxers for muscles I take a Perc and relax my muscles My pocket gets fatter than Mrs. Puff! Broke ass niggas finna miss the bus! Jump out the Audi and shoot shit up! Don't give a fuck if you my brother or cousin! A nigga cross that line with me, I'm gunnin'! Feel like Wayne when he told Max "Dump" Walk in this bitch like Ox from Belly I love when my bitch rub on my belly She said, "You've been skinny since the day you met me" "I'm not callin' you 'Big Belly Freddy'" These niggas move like [?] Let's get one motherfuckin' thing clear I don't know magic or Santeria But with this Drake, I'll make you disappear Boy, this beat harder than a bitch! In the booth, goin' retarded in this bitch! I ain't even got time to smoke my spliff! 'Cause back to back, I'm talkin' shit! My mama told me, "Baby, you the one!" "Don't let these niggas confuse you for none!" You damn right I'm my mama's first son She know goddamn well I'm a thug I'll still walk in her house with guns She got a license for legal guns My mama got two .40s in her purse! Broad daylight, hit a bitch where it hurt! I'll whip your head like Curtis Jack' I'll whip your fuckin' head with a MAC I'll whip your fuckin' head back-to-back Whip your fuckin' head until it crack Then tell your bitch ass, "Go get your dad" I'll be right here when his ass get back!