Trae Tha Truth, DJ Screw - On the Southside lyrics

Screwzoo, what's the deal baby
Lil' Trae up in here, putting it down
Trying to hold it down, know I'm saying
Everybody out here
Still representing to the fullest
You know I'mma hold it down fa sho
Ain't no mo' being sad
We gon put it in they face again and again
Just like you say know I'm saying
We gon smile fa sho

Sitting low behind tints
Swanging to Southwest
I got a tech to the chest
Penetrating the plex
And if a nigga don't know
We Down South thugs in the Dirty Third
That's going off like slugs
Beating the boulevard
And swanging in throwed cars
And talking on cellulars


Three plus two broads
With a bad broad, shotgun up in the frame
You know Guerilla Maab thugs
Be down to pull stunts
On the first of the month
Popped up like trunks
And when a nigga showing off
We pump up punks fin to dump
Showing a nigga Lil' Trae don't play
Blue over grey with a K, fin to make your day
Breaking the mic, since my repertoire
Like niggas at Cornbread's
Sipping the barre
Like Roy Jones, when he be breaking a jaw
Like two dykes, in a menage tois
Lyrically, I can't be stopped
Niggas can't see me, even if I was 3-D
I told you once, and I'mma say it out again
S-L-A-B, be raw pimping a pen
In the wind for the divid-ends
And a big body Benz
With the bubble lens, moving it down I10
Taking a spin, a Cartier with the blue lens
On my grind, steady stacking all of my ends
I'm moving slow, turning everybody head
So you know I'm thoed
I'm fin to pop my do's
On glass 4's fin to pop my trunk
With a lot of glow
I got a lot of flow, and a lot of thugs
From the Southeast side to the block, I put
All of my ghetto motherfuckers
Steady showing love
Throwing a deuce in the air
When they feeling us i know you feeling us

On the Southside
Candy sprayed, looking so live
84's and vogues, we glide
Screwzoo, you know we holding it down

Niggas ain't ready, for what we do
When I'm in my drop, or in the hoodo
Pull up on the block, with grey on the blue
With four 18's, and banging Screw
I don't give a damn, if y'all hate me
When it come to rap, y'all can't fade me
A lot of y'all niggas, know who we be
I'mma tell you once, you better let me be
In the zone, cause I'm thoed off
Niggas wanna think, that I fell off
But I gotta stay four steps, ahead of y'all
So when I feel plex, I'mma haul em off
3-65, I gotta watch my back
Every song that I'm on, I bring hats
Gotta hell of a stop
Making niggas squash the chat
I done proved my points
So you better back back
From Guerilla Maab 3D-2
Paid my dues, I'm in a store near you
Staying true, when I'm thinking about Screw
Everyday, I'mma always loving you
Mayn, I know it just don't stop
84's and tipping slow, on chops
Lose the cops, I got a trunk on knock
Please believe, Trae headed to the top

Living down in H Town, I gotta do my thang
I'm on the grind full time
Holding down my name
SUC affiliated, niggas hate it
And I'm still on point
When I'm gripping the grain
I put it all in your face
When I stay on the paper chase
And niggas wanna plex
Cause I'm ahead of the race
Better hold that down
Cause I'm a real nigga
Educated in the streets
So I'm clicked up with killas
Dougo, Rocko, Jay'Ton and By-Bo
In the air like hydro, they know
We so toed, kicking down the do'
And like the Z-Ro say
I'm thinking you better let it go
Pulling up in the wide body fo' do'
With the missing top
So the hoes'll bop, roll stop and drop
You know I cock the Glock and for the P-A T
You know we still body rock
In the Coupe or foreign car, slabbed out
Screens on glow, coming out the stash spot
Soldiers that's united for the cash, a lot
And for the love of Screw you
I'm riding on knot
That's everyday, and I'm loving it mayn
Ain't shit changed, I gotta go get it
Come back with it, and I won't quit
Sideways on a switch
Representing for the click bitch