Lil Berete - Southside Lyrics

Huh, uh, yeah yeah
Huh, uh, yeah yeah
Wildin', stylin'
Run to the money like Sonic, whoa

I'm wildin'
What the f*ck am I signing?
Designer my body I'm stylin'
Trap hard 'til I find it (Yeah)
Money on your head lil' nigga
I don't know why you wildin'
Homies that I met
They just coming through my drive way (Yeah)
It's only my niggas I'ma ride for (Yeah)
It's only my niggas I'ma die for (Yeah)
But shorty she just trippin' why you lie for? (Yeah)
Free my bros out them cages this is my court (Yeah)

Back then, yeah I started off with dirty shoes
Winter time with some dirty boots
I was hanging out in the nerdy school
And now I'm with my broskis
I'm proud I need a trophy
And now she claim she know me
Like check the score, like 4-3
My future watch a Rollie
They ring my line like "Holy!"
Like quit that you don't know me
And I'ma keep on going hard 'til they call me OG
Never talk to the police, nigga snitching on my homie
Shoutout broski Jovi, she ride me like a pony
Had to tell her show me, niggas used to hate back then I was lonely
Now they wanna show me love, is it cause a nigga up?
I'm too high and I'm stuck, shawty wanna give it up
Going hard been shittin' luck, STN my clique we up
Now she wanna kiss and hug, and now she want a dinner huh
She fleeing 'cause I need a f*ck, only real ones in my blood
If it bros I got 'nough, red dot it ain't a blush
Shawty tryna treat me rough
Lil Berete I came klutch, yeah
Lil nigga I'm the shit that you can't flush

I'm wildin'
What the f*ck am I signing?
Designer my body I'm stylin'
Trap hard 'til I find it (Yeah)
Money on your head lil' nigga
I don't know why you wildin'
Homies that I met
They just coming through my drive way (Yeah)
It's only my niggas I'ma ride for (Yeah)
It's only my niggas I'ma die for (Yeah)
But shorty she just trippin' why you lie for? (Yeah)
Free my bros out them cages this is my court (Yeah)

My niggas they locked for time
And I'm still on my grind
It's like gold I gotta find
These hoes just give their mind
Like gold I gotta shine
Put a four in the eight no nine
Never ate like all night
From the bottom yeah I gotta get it
For my family yeah I gotta win it
Had the green, you can call it spinach
J Sav on me, yeah you know we hit him
Ice started colder, Spanish bitch like hola
I drink the Henn' like it's cola
I'm in the sky with a reefa
G-side hero with a nina
I was on the block with a ball like FIFA
Yeah, yeah and I was in the hunt like they can't see us
Yeah, I can't stop 'til I get me a freezer
From my OG I learned how to nip get the re-up

I'm wildin'
What the f*ck am I signing?
Designer my body I'm stylin'
Trap hard 'til I find it (Yeah)
Money on your head lil' nigga
I don't know why you wildin'
Homies that I met
They just coming through my drive way (Yeah)
It's only my niggas I'ma ride for (Yeah)
It's only my niggas I'ma die for (Yeah)
But shorty she just trippin' why you lie for? (Yeah)
Free my bros out them cages this is my court (Yeah)