(Southside on the track, yeah)
Yeah, that´s my buddy, buddy
What about (Metro)

That´s my buddy, buddy, drinkin´ on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let ´em cut it
Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Drinkin´, Kid Cudi, actin´ all slutty in front company
Trayvon hoodie, know it´s all goodie
Don Juan pimpin´ bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Lookin´ all funky, but savin´ all your cookies
Act to the right, red for the rookies
Ass on the right, hand on her left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it (Yeah, like I sell it)

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, lit the sticks in them masses
You know if I pass, you won´t get a call back and
I won´t hit you back, you never could´ve imagined
Round of applause, you think you winnin´ the battle
Mama say she look at my eyes and see a casket
Daddy said he looked at my eyes, he see a bastard
I look in his eyes and I see a future pastor
Funny niggas tryna be cool, you´re a actor
No, I don´t wanna lose to a Casper
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 dogs, let ´em cut it
Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Drinkin´, Kid Cudi, actin´ all slutty in front company
Trayvon hoodie, know it´s all goodie
Don Juan pimpin´ bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Rich stepper, let´s begin, I got a million on the coast
Thousand better, thousand shooters
Y´all, I been on C-Low
Cash pryer, let her cash it in and left her with a note

Never beat, niggas, ain´t ever-ever (No)
Pooh-manji, we devise, we like to swap buy (We like to swap buy)
Droptop, we pushin´ P, she got a cockeye, cockeye
Sham, bangin´ rows, they brung the prop´ side (Prop´ side)
Ain´t no switchin´ sides, I´m with the gas shit ´til I pass out

Now they say they feelin´ us (Yeah), but reality, they ain´t as big as us (Nah)
Fuck her every night, I know fo´ sure, she catchin´ many nuts (Body count)
Call in, they still sendin´ boxes right through just like a Pizza Hut
Put it on, then eat it up (Eat it), flooded down as my pieces up

Drop the top, you stab me in the wind
I be feelin´ like a DJ when I tell her spin (Three sixty)
Ran up all these millions so I went, copped another bitch (Skrrt)
Don´t let my fuckin´ brother near my Rolex
You´re not my twin (Keed, Keed)

That´s my buddy, buddy, drinkin´ on the muddy
Pass it all off to the dogs, let ´em cut it
Make sure you let hurt spirits hunt on it
Put the dick all in as our ribs end up gutted
Drinkin´, Kid Cudi, actin´ all slutty in front company
Trayvon hoodie, know it´s all goodie
Don Juan pimpin´ bitches, black tees, hoodies
Durag business

Lookin´ all funky, but savin´ all your cookies
Act´ to the right, red for the rookies
Ass on the right, hand on her left
Bunch of wealthy rich guys like I sell it
Like I sell it