Pt. II / Murder They Wrote Southside

[Chorus]
Icy icy my Rollie
Bitch drinking my potion
Still hot swear that shit won't leave
Still hot swear that shit won't leave
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote
Murder what they wrote

[Verse 1]
Over time over drive
I'm geeking lil bitch and I swear I'm high
You niggas gon' drink the whole well drive
This choppa on me take a well down
Charter a dog hell hound
She stood me back up when I fell down
She bought me when she need a bail out
My Rollie look I done sailed out
We keep it one thousand won't sell out
They walk round pack with they tail out
I'm still the same nigga but, hell nah
So heavy I'm breaking the scale down
My young niggas like to throw shells out
You caught you a stripe with the reals out
Atlanta for real we the real south
Atlanta for real I'm the real south
I've been, thinking bout a lot of shit
Get money never trust a bitch
Confusing bullet proof a rich
Got money and em perkys ich
I just threw it in the mix
Fuck em both and then we switch
Skit they throats and then we split