Yeah, Southside, I go nuts on Southside Beach, baby Super baller, we ballin' while we want a championship Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask for shit Burn it, wrap it, blow it, take a break and do a magic trick Got a hundred racks to show, get on the stage and do a backflip I'm in the lyrics and real clips, I went Stella McCartney, just real drip Cartel, yeah, on my face with a wood tip Put a knife on the case for real dip Make him get out his bitch like a fire drip If I won't hit a bitch, then the gods will I been earnin' today, I took five pills I been runnin' them in cause the gods will How you gon' check me? She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me She wanna sex me I had to block her, she know not to test me Comin' at your niggas 3-D, they gon' put this shit on repeat Everything I say, they repeat, any nigga try to sneak these I ain't gon' say nothin' back, yeah I'ma keep gettin' these racks When you speak bout me, speak facts, yeah FN on the heat bag Big nose, hood on the demon Feet to the streets, I'm a deacon They won't even peep what I would preach They just wanna see me with the leeches Big balls, I ain't in the bleachers Court side, high five, real Cody ain't got me talkin' to myself Blowin' up, I'm blowin' out my belt Richest top five, nah, for real Under 25 before the deal Every time we slide, nigga kill I just hope the gods get their appeal G5 sendin' a cell, he bout to call home I got this money on me right now I don't even answer my phone I got these bitches just stay, just stay They tryin' to give me some play They know that I ain't got time to waste I'm tryin' to get in they face I might just give you a couple of dollars And make sure you good on tomorrow They know they probably won't see me again Unless I'm in a new Benz I put the 5G autos on the car Niggas tongues is on the truck I got this money, I'm runnin' it up And I been puttin' it up