BLOCKSTAR Southside

[Verse 1]
Feelin' so recharged, she ate this sick not even an hour ago
Yeah my dawgs, we gon' keep grindin' in the violence though
Real life, I'm throwin' in these strip clubs what they signin' fo'
I ain't gotta spend a dollar, help the strip [?]
Must've drunk a pint today, sick I'm on my final four
Poker face with all this shit, my emotions, I won't let 'em show
Pocket watchin' ass nigga, it's probably why my pockets grow
All the time this fan on me, I swear to God I love this four
You ain't shootin' at none of mine, that's suicide, I ain't lettin' it go
Seein' that he depressed and shit, ain't got no hustle, his money low
I do-do-donе it all, RIP to Shawty Lo
They can tell you watch you want, you niggas see it, shawty glow
I know a nigga love this bag, countin' shit, it's fun to mе
Think it's time to take this game, lock it down and throw the key
Know I pour a four like every time, turn the sodas pink
Teach 'em [?], fuck these bitches and do not care what niggas think
Really been to hell and back, all my pain is in my ink
Shawty really throat for real, I really [?], need a [?]
Five different nigga [?], that's why that pussy stink
Got this shit o hot like I'm outside in a hunnid minks

I'm a Glockstar, I just turned Rockstar
Fuckin' popstars, pockets big, Akbar
Tellin' Wuda I'm a hoag and he my tata
I'm so thankful for the game, I learned from papa