Southside Waka Flocka Flame

[Hook]
C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die
H-S-T till I die
Sell that weed till I die
Move that crack till I die
Claim southside till I die
Till I die
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)
C-L-A-Y-T-O-N till I die
H-S-T till I die
Sell that weed till I die
Move that crack till I die
Claim southside till I die
Till I die
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie (Flocka)

[Verse 1]
Super stupid swag, you can call me Argentina
Run up on Flocka, homie got that Nina
I will burn you, boy, I'm not playin', boy
You know 'bout me, boy, built to destroy
So Icey Army-slash-Navy-slash-Marine boys
We got hella guns, we got hella Bloods
We got hella Crips, we got hella Kings
We got hella folks, niggas sell coke
Some sell pills, some sell weed
We got what you need, and we work them M's bitch
The bitches drilled him, hoes killed him
Ask about Flocka, all the girls feel him
And they film him, yes, they love him
But they dirty, you can't really trust them
Niggas at your front, niggas at your back door
They even at your window, heard you got that kinfolk (Flocka)