j shiest - Soufside Shawty Lyrics

Intro:(On some RDB shit, niggas always tryna be up on that weird shit)Chorus:Southside shawty , dread-head i was unfortunateNigga play wit RDB i swear that we gone torture himMy Brodie cold hearted you can't een’ put a fork in himA long way from the projects i was sitting from the porch with themYeah, walk downNo more asking questions, now they ask why he don’t talk nowNo more second fiddle, yeah nigga I’m on top nowSliding in the vert but i ain’t riding with the top downTrigger finger itching gotta stop it yeahVerse 1:Lately they been tryna tell a youngin’ how to pop itI’m the youngest gotta get some money, i ain’t got an optionRDB forever, J Mitch know im known to get it poppinWe can't be together, we ain’t dating prolly only talkingThats on Z.RoyI know how the game go, i grew up ‘round them d-boy’sRiding with my cousin Nard, that nigga making street noiseI just talked to Trell he said he straight, you know that we boysDoing donuts in the cat i lost it yeahVerse 2:Turn yo savage up some moreRDB gon up the scoreEeny meeny miny moe might see me wit a nigga hoeAll i know is get the bag and never ever drop the motionShawty said she love me, must be trippin’ off that fuckin’ potionMama tried to hug me, i can tell she feeling mixed emotionsHer son be out here hustling, nigga starting to make some damn commotionI been going straight up to the top i call that locomotionThese niggas ain’t really popping they just having local motionI been tryna run it upShawty tried to play me it didn’t work cause i wasn’t dumb enoughI been holding back cause i might fuck ‘round turn the summer upHanging round kev and juan they sho’ll can fuck some money upLil’ Kee ain’t doing running upD.A. making jokes, she keep on laughing i don’t see whats FaniMan it hurt so bad when they took thug, feel like sum’ took him from meI been feeling bad, i just beat COVID, I’m kinda feeling funnyNiggas posting Glock’s up on the gram next day they took it from youChorus:Southside shawty , dread-head i was unfortunateNigga play wit RDB i swear that we gone totrture himMy Brodie cold hearted you can't een’ put a fork in himA long way from the projects i was sitting from the porch with themYeah, walk downNo more asking questions, now they ask why he don’t talk nowNo more second fiddle, yeah nigga I’m on top nowSliding in the vert but i ain’t riding with the top downTrigger finger itching gotta stop it yeah