Talkin Southside

[Intro]
Yuh
Yuh
Yuh
We in this mothafucka playing FIFA nigga
Yeah
Grimlin

[Chours]
Hoe my Rollie talkin, woah
Ain't no money stallin, woah
We do plenty ballin, woah
Choppa hold a 40, woah
Ima let her snort it (nigga), woah
Do you hear my Rarri talkin? woah
Neck and wrist runnin faucet, woah
I can hear that money talking, woah, ye
Skin tone ink
Neck on sink (hold up)
Styrofoam pink (hold up)
60 points of lean
Tell em call them brinks
Long tell me
Moon rock sting give a fuck ‘bout what they think

[Verse 1]
7 digits on me looking for a dial tone
3 fifty gone if you spent Styrofoam
I got light times of this money (woah) I would never die alone
I've been bunking like a fucker really working five phones
Tell em gone with them lies tryn' fuck up my zone
Got the bag on my own, 100k watch on
Ain't no choice but get this cake
I was brought up by phones she been fucking and she wrong yeah I do not give her allowance