956 (Southside) [feat. Eppy]

Southside, that's just how it is And we just chilling in the crib The homie slangin’ in the 'jects They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr) Them boys just stacked up all the chips Slangin’ dope in the 956 yeah Southside, left the H I was fucked up, had a lot of shit on my plate I was tryna get high, I was tryna buy the eighth I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain Run it up, I run it up I think about the past I've been moving forward 'cause my life been moving way too fast Retracing my steps Tryna get back, to my city I rep Young boy took a detour to the Southside When the shit was down I was focused on the brightside Was in H-town now i'm talking to the trap ties Put the money down and the plug was waiting outside Counting up hundreds, I'm counting up profit (Hundreds, profit) I'm running this game and I won't ever stop it (Game, stop it) I don't f*ck with beef and I don't f*ck with drama (Beef, drama) Stay on this path get away from my momma yeah I'm sorry I don't want your apple pie, this my rodeo (Straight up) Gotta invest in my future 'cause I don't know where it goes I've been out on a roll and I don't know (Just where the story goes) Uh yeah balancing out all of the low forces with highs I've been walking on airs soon imma step into the sky Uh tryna get a check but I ain't talking about Nike yeah All these bitches they wet yeah they talking about come pipe me yeah Tryna get this bread but I wasn't in the right psyche yeah All these shooters they rep so you know the smoke is likely yeah Southside, that's just how it is And we just chilling in the crib The homie slangin’ in the 'jects They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr) Them boys just stacked up all the chips Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah Southside, left the H I was fucked up, had a lot of shit on my plate I was tryna get high, I was tryna by the eighth I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain D-ZO left the H, brought a pint back to the Southside Sent me when I'm sinning through the loop we on some mob ties Riding 'round the killers and they 'finna go and shoot you We opening your mouth and yeah you gonna make the news now We know though whats the deal Went and imma go ahead and pop you like a pill ‘Finna go and rock you, ‘finna go ahead and spill Pocket rocket, really rock it ‘finna pull up imma spill yeah Pull up we on mob shit We mobbing, these xannies, these addys, gon' buy shit You know that we really be ‘bout it The gun on my hip 'finna pop shit We breaking the bank serving the glue And D-ZO he sipping a whole lot of juice Put a gun on my wrist and this shit looking cool You know that I got me a glock for these tools Gun on my wrist though You know that I got i'm gonna be quick bro The pack, hit a lick hoe We really be mobbing, I know you a bitch bro I pour me some drink and i'm feeling so lit Gun on my wrist and this shit looking quick I know you a bitch Gun on my wrist and that shit looking fucking lit I'm hitting all these licks 'cause I know that you is a bitch And ain't got gun up on yo hip And I be slashing like a jit cause you be acting like a bitch 'Bout to pull up whats the deal I'm 'bouta pull up imma go and pop another fucking seal Southside, that's just how it is And we just chilling in the crib The homie slangin’ in the 'jects They got mob ties, killers in the trench (Brrr, brrr) Them boys just stacked up all the chips Slangin' dope in the 956 yeah Southside, left the H I was fucked up, had a lot of shit on my plate I was tryna get high, I was tryna by the eighth I was tryna get by, tryna get past all this pain