[Southside & Future]
Southside
If Young Metro don´t trust you, I´m gon´ shoot you

Let me just say this out the gate:
I´m the nigga everybody love to hate
I´m the hustler every stripper wanna date
But I just wanna cut a check ´cause I can´t wait
Most of these rappers, groupies and I can´t relate
Stay in line ´fore this chopper get you scraped
I got a problem, I´ma say it to your face
And fuck your bottom, I´ma shoot you in your face

They want me to apologize, but I can´t
You can talk about homicides, but I can´t
You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can´t
You niggas snitchin´ on your partners, but I can´t
You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can´t
You might can turn the other cheek, but I can´t
You suckers rockin´ fake jewelry, but I can´t

I know they wait for me to fall, but I can´t

Oh that´s your girl? That´s your world, I´m with her tonight
A rich nigga smilin´ at you, It´s so pearly white
It´s the burr (burr burr burr) rockin´ fur tonight
I´m Michael Kors to the floor, call me sir tonight
Think what you wanna think, but you can´t break a bank, fool
Can´t let a nigga go, she know I keep her bank roll
She wanna start a home with me, but I can´t
She think that I´m her cup of tea, but I ain´t
See, I´m the type to think his shit doesn´t stink
The new ice scream “Master P,” without the tank

Fresh out the boat, but she´s a freaky, not a saint
A stowaway, so I´ma make her walk the plank

They want me to apologize, but I can´t
You can talk about homicides, but I can´t
You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can´t
You niggas snitchin´ on your partners, but I can´t
You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can´t
You might can turn the other cheek, but I can´t
You suckers rockin´ fake jewelry, but I can´t
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can´t

I´m on that rich nigga shit, I drop some bread on that bitch
All these stones, man you´d think we´re more than Fred in this bitch

I done shown this bitch so much, that I got scared of this bitch
She done seen so many mils I might go fed if she snitch
I need a mistress, the type to give me head ´til she sick
I told her, "please stop sucking on me," I was begging the bitch
I was worth like half a million when I came in this shit
I´m a eight figure nigga now, I´m trained for this shit
Back to all these rocks on me, I look like Hov and Dame in this bitch
My life´s a documentary, I feel like Game in this shit
So many of my partners turned state I´m so ashamed of my clique

But I can´t never be a snitch, I´m too well-trained for this shit

They want me to apologize, but I can´t
You can talk about homicides, but I can´t
You pillow-talking to these bitches, but I can´t
You niggas snitchin´ on your partners, but I can´t
You let a nigga disrespect you, but I can´t
You might can turn the other cheek, but I can´t
You suckers rockin´ fake jewelry, but I can´t
I know they wait for me to fall, but I can´t