| I’m on my way nigga |
| Fuck the otha side |
| That side ain’t shit |
| Niggas can’t fuck with me |
| Now It’s a Special way I fold my flag |
| And I’ll bust ya head if it’s bout dat cash |
| Give me a dickey I don’t need that outfit (hol up) |
| A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up) |
| Cause bitch I’m Alive |
| Yeah and I can’t even lie |
| You can tell by my red ass eyes that I’m high |
| I’m doin' sign language, Screamin fuck the other side |
| Flawgin' ass niggas ain’t nuttin but some liars |
| We beat niggas have bitches like god |
| Them boys in that all black wild |
| Mouths get wide |
| An bitches get dumb |
| And bodies gettin lef in the middle a da club |
| And yeah we love dro |
| More den any otha hoe |
| Guns standin from the ceilin to the mothafuckin flo' |
| An we get it an we go it’s like we get it from da sto' |
| Leave it in the weight house with a dickey full a blow (My Nigga) |
| Fuck The Other Side |
| And I’ll say it twice, Fuck The other Side |
| We in this bitch deep smellin like a pound |
| And if you really want it you can get it right now |
| Now everybody like why you do it like that |
| Why the hell every day you be in that all black |
| Fresh Pair of J’s and you kno they all black |
| Still posted in the hood with my dawgs countin stacks |
| This Shit ain’t nothin new, they know how I do it homes |
| Seven tre (73) Big body sittin on chrome |
| Hood On Swole, Everybody on lean |
| I’m Smokin on Dro with a Hoodrat Bitch |
| Goons on the line and they ain’t got shit |
| But we good over here, tell em get like this |
| Standin in the trap with my lil' young jits |
| Gettin off sacks, what you know about this Bout This |
| Yo you don’t really want it, cause you can really get it |
| You can catch me in that dickie or that 305 fitted |
| I ain’t worried bout a busta, I Ain’t worried bout a hoe |
| If a nigga try me than I’m gonna kill that mothafucka |
| Fuck the other side, I ain’t gotta say it twice |
| All I do is say it once and my niggas on point |
| And Then you see them black flags, turn into them black masks |
| Niggas pullin' choppas out, like they off in baghdad put em in a black bag go |
| and get ya check cashed if ya yell at anybody ya might get ya neck slashed now |
| there’s a special I hold my mack yeah yo there’s a special way I fold my cash |