Side of Me - song lyrics
I can really feel this shit right now
Something up inside of me
And it's really needing to get out
But it wants privacy
It be really feeding off the clout
Haters be riding me
Imma be speeding through the town with a nine on the side of me
Mother fuckers really be overstepping their boundaries
They think they run and shit soon as they get some clout from me
I could really burn these mother fuckers down
They trying to compete with me using the things they found in me
Damn bro you ain't even through all of the counseling
How you the goat when I birthed you
You a kid
I don't want to hurt you but shit
You don't get it do you
Go find a tree and pick a switch
Whip your ass till you sick
You get so mad that you switch
Up on the one that put you on
And got you up out of the ditch
Up in my book you a bitch
The biggest one to exist
I told you I'm a pimp exit the whip
With a gold watch on my wrist
Still ain't got time for your shit
It's 11:11 just make a wish
I wish you was better than this
Don't talk to me bitch you can't even talk to my bitch
Pussy ops, pussy cops
Bacon and fish
I'm at the table talking biz
With mother fuckers this worth six figs
These mother fuckers is really legit
Surf and turf at Ruth's Chris
I'm champagne poppin
Y'all dick riding
Dikembe Mutombo cock blocking
Got bitchitis
Push me to the point knowing damn well you ain't gonna fist fight us
I'll have you out cold
I'll be somewhere up on an island
You'll be staring at the back of your eyelids
You moving funny
Having conversations with ops
What is you doing dummy
I ain't going to give you no props
I got Jewish money
That means I got a lot
My buddy nose is runny
Slip and slide go get the mop
My shordie know what's coming
She get sloppy give me top
My gunny know you fronting
Give him money you get popped
You can follow me down this road
But it's only room for one of us at the top
Overseas dinners with a dime is my fucking muse
You can listen to me and win
Or compete with me and lose
That's your only two options
Listen to the bars that I'm dropping
Holler at me when it's been 10 years and you still popping
Songs from 2012 that's still knocking
Homie you my son
Put you up for adoption
Brenda had a baby and you still garbage
I'm the sickest mother fucker but I'm still nauseous
Sickest mother fucker but I'm still
I can really feel this shit right now
Something up inside of me
And it's really needing to get out
But it wants privacy
It be really feeding off the clout
Haters be riding me
Imma be speeding through the town with a 9 on the side of me