Intro:

(On some RDB shit, niggas always tryna be up on that weird shit)

Chorus:

Southside shawty , dread-head i was unfortunate

Nigga play wit RDB i swear that we gone torture him
My Brodie cold hearted you can't een’ put a fork in him

A long way from the projects i was sitting from the porch with them

Yeah, walk down

No more asking questions, now they ask why he don’t talk now

No more second fiddle, yeah nigga I’m on top now

Sliding in the vert but i ain’t riding with the top down

Trigger finger itching gotta stop it yeah

Verse 1:

Lately they been tryna tell a youngin’ how to pop it

I’m the youngest gotta get some money, i ain’t got an option

RDB forever, J Mitch know im known to get it poppin

We can't be together, we ain’t dating prolly only talking

Thats on Z.Roy
I know how the game go, i grew up ‘round them d-boy’s

Riding with my cousin Nard, that nigga making street noise

I just talked to Trell he said he straight, you know that we boys

Doing donuts in the cat i lost it yeah

Verse 2:

Turn yo savage up some more

RDB gon up the score

Eeny meeny miny moe might see me wit a nigga hoe

All i know is get the bag and never ever drop the motion

Shawty said she love me, must be trippin’ off that fuckin’ potion

Mama tried to hug me, i can tell she feeling mixed emotions

Her son be out here hustling, nigga starting to make some damn commotion

I been going straight up to the top i call that locomotion
These niggas ain’t really popping they just having local motion

I been tryna run it up

Shawty tried to play me it didn’t work cause i wasn’t dumb enough

I been holding back cause i might fuck ‘round turn the summer up

Hanging round kev and juan they sho’ll can fuck some money up

Lil’ Kee ain’t doing running up

D.A. making jokes, she keep on laughing i don’t see whats Fani

Man it hurt so bad when they took thug, feel like sum’ took him from me

I been feeling bad, i just beat COVID, I’m kinda feeling funny

Niggas posting Glock’s up on the gram next day they took it from you

Chorus:

Southside shawty , dread-head i was unfortunate

Nigga play wit RDB i swear that we gone totrture him

My Brodie cold hearted you can't een’ put a fork in him

A long way from the projects i was sitting from the porch with them

Yeah, walk down

No more asking questions, now they ask why he don’t talk now

No more second fiddle, yeah nigga I’m on top now

Sliding in the vert but i ain’t riding with the top down

Trigger finger itching gotta stop it yeah