Southside on the track, yeah That's my buddy, buddy Bye-bye Metro That's my buddy, buddy Drinkin' on the muddy Pass it all off to the dogs, let em' cuddy Make sure you let her experience her nutty Put the dick out and all the ribs in the gutty Drinkin' kid cuddy Actin' all sweaty In front company Tread fine hoodie, you know it's all goody Dumb one pimpin' These black tees, hoodies Do rag business Lookin' all buggy But savin' all your cookies Back to the ride Red for the rookies Act on the right And on the left Bunch of wealth and rich guys Like ourself, yeah Yeah, like ourself, yeah And you was supposed to call me back But I'm glad you didn't cause I got busy I just got a call while my brothers got whacked It was time to rise, little sticks in the masses You know if I pass, you won't get a call backin' If I hit you back, you know we dated to madness Round of applause, we won the one in this battle Mama say she look in my eyes, she see a casket Daddy said he look in my eyes, he see a bastard I won't hit you back, you never could've imagined Round of applause, you think you winnin' the battle No, I don't wanna lose, oh, I guess, but I was rockin' Jimmy Choo's on my first tour I still was thinkin' like a fool on my first tour Now I'm on my worst tour That's my buddy, buddy Drinkin' on the muddy Pass it all off to the dawgs, let them cutty Make sure you let her experience her nutty Put the dick all in all the ribs and the gutty Drinkin' kid cuddy Actin' all sweaty In front company Tread fine, hoodie, no, it's all goody Done with pimpin', bitch Black tees, hoodies Do rag business Bitch, step up, let's begin, I got a million on the coast Thousand, bet a thousand, shoot it all, I'm bendin' on C-Low Cash prior, let her cash it in, then left her with a note Never be, never ever Pump engine, we devise, we like to swap out Drop top, we pushin' peach, she got her cock out, cock out Champagne rolls, they burn the props out Ain't no switchin' sides, I'm with the guys Till I pass out Now they say they feelin' us, but reality now ain't big as us And every night, I know for sure she catch up, meanin' us Callie, this your ceiling, box it through just like your pizza Put it on, they eat it up Flatten out my pieces up Drop the top, you smell me in the wind I've been feelin' like a DJ when I tell him, spin Ran up all these millions, so I went and caught one of these Don't let my fuckin' brother know my rollin' out my twin key That's my buddy, buddy Drinkin' on the muddy Pass it all off to the dawgs, let them cuddy Make sure you let her experience her nutty Put the dip all in all the ribs and the goody Drinkin' kid cuddy Actin' all sweaty In front company Tread fine hoodie You know I'm so goody Done one pimpin', bitch Black tees, hoodies Do rag business Lookin' all funky But savin' all your cookies Actin' to the right Prayin' for the rookies And roots on the right And on the left Bunch of wealthy rich guys Like ourself, yeah Like ourself, yeah