Chief Keef, Gino Marley - South Side Shit lyrics

Man I'm feeling put the gun up em, Tadoe!
Smoking on loud, eyes red like tomato
On the low I gotta problem
Call up my cousin Tadoe
I'm on a fuckin' pay roll
Tryna get them pesos
I tell 'em talk is cheap
But these hoes they be flexin'
I teach them hoes a lesson
Lamron's what I'm reppin'
The kush is in the air
My nigga Woo he steady blazin'
The life is so amazing, hell
My niggas raising
Wiiic, Wiiic City, shout out to my 064 niggas
Kick it through ya door nigga
You ain't shit but a ho nigga
Fuck with my 064 niggas
Family on the flo' nigga
That choppa burn you up, have
You lookin' like so
Nigga
I wouldn't take your life if
It wasn't such crime-a
Excuse me judge
I can't even see a touch of drama
Let me fuck mama, or suck mama
You think you bad, but you
Look more like a duck
Mama
See I'm tryna get my cash right
She taking mad hype, living in the fast life
I got my cash right, so now I'm in the mood
And that pump had 'em
Jumpin' like tennis shoes
My flow hot, I think I need a cooler
She wanna measure my dick
She said she need a ruler
I've seen her fool up, fuck up first night
She call the plumber up
But I get the worst pipe
Do the math, no addition to it
You talkin' faces of paper
Yeah I can get to it
This the attitude and I'ma get it miced up
I'm on my con, have your show full of
Throw your sets up, nigga rep your hood
Wic City and you better respect the hood
And if I make a note
I'll never forget the hood
And if you lookin' for me
Yeah I'll be in the hood

It's Front Street
We mold niggas like Play-Do
Old school nigga
Got the heat up with the potato
Move when I say so, Coca Cola mayo
Whippin' through the hood and I'm
All about my peso
Get up off my pay roll
Get paid like the sports pro
Shootin' come easy to me
It's like a free throw
Trappin' come easy to me
So I get real though
Aim for your middle, just like a field goal
The red traffic light crossing gods
I got fifteen jabs at these other guys
When you selling weight
You better watch the problems
I'm on a track with Chief Keef
You niggas got a problem?
Bitch still on my waist
That's the problem solved
And if you going there, then we going farther
And if you going hard, then we going harder
Cannon blow a hole in yo chest
Rocket launcher
We prepared for problems
We prepared for mobsters
With everything from a snub nose
To a rocket launcher
So prepare your mobsters
Hope they prepared for problems
I'm reppin' Dipset and no
We is not in Harlem