real street bitch from the south side
any nigga test my gangster
you ain't talking 'bout no money
niggas wanna catch me slipping
i sit back and let my niggas do that kill shit
i've been a product of my hood bitch
you can see it in my eyes
she was fiending for that co co
way these diamonds sitting up on my neck
i ain't talking no apologies
put that beam right to your head
while i'm getting naughty
it make your motherfucking block hot
made him eat me like a skittle
wanna taste me? just a little
wanna taste me? just a little
wanna taste me? just a little
wanna taste me? just a little
i told that nigga i'm not faking
i got shooters and they shooting
and i'm from the south side
i'm not with the sucker shit
i'm not with the fucking with
my niggas split a hundred keys
and i'm from the south side