Southbound

Break into your mammy house, blood is pouring out my mouth

We south bound boys scraping up change up out the couch

And I'm kicking it with a dead hoe, riding to the corner store

She brought a bag of blow, but Sinatra brought a little more

And I'm pistol gripping, pistol whipping, fistful of the 40 sipping

River City, kicking it toe to toe with you bitches

And I'm smoking a pack of reds, bitch I'm feeling like I'm dead

Might as well grab the nine, unload it in my head

You a rat, call you 6iine, kill you with the blicky, uh

Gripping on my dick, bitch I'm feeling like 50 bruh

You internet thugging, where the fuck is your semi, huh?

Get the fuck up out my face, you capping what you keeping tucked

And I'm a scum bag baby, hit a lick to make a profit

Put me in a cage, when you throw thе key make sure you lock it

And my shawty draw my linеs 'cause I don't ever fucking pop it

Place the .45 against my skull and then I fucking cock it, uh

Living every day with a hunger for death

Either I'ma kill someone or I'ma be put to rest

I'ma kill these motherfuckers 'til my cardiac arrest

And my ribs are fucking vacant 'cause there's nothing in my chest

Coming up from the gutter with nobody by my side

So I snort a line and I sip on cyanide

And I'm trapped inside with the voices in my mind

Send a shiver down my spine as I cock the 9, uh

You a rat, call you 6iine, kill you with the blicky, uh

Gripping on my dick, bitch I'm feeling like 50 bruh

You internet thugging, where the fuck is your semi, huh?

Get the fuck up out my face, you capping what you keeping tucked

And I'm a scum bag baby, hit a lick to make a profit

Put me in a cage, when you throw the key make sure you lock it

And my shawty draw my lines 'cause I don't ever fucking pop it

Place the .45 against my skull and then I fucking cock it, uh

99 with the tool like a mechanic, uh

Talking shit but when we face-to-face you panic, uh

And you copy all my shit, don't understand it, uh

Get your own shit, bitch, quit playing bruh

I'm a young Shigaraki, what I touch is in the greats

And Saliva Todoroki got the ice up in his veins

All these bitches try and copy and they always imitate

Can never be us bitch, please allow me to demonstrate

Cause I'm a soul reaper, a life stealing dope dealer

And my line is beeping, 'cause I'm a junkie fiending, never sleeping

I'm a menace to society, your music wack, retire please

Your bitch is dropping to her knees, I'm praying hold my Jesus piece

You a rat, call you 6iine, kill you with the blicky, uh

Gripping on my dick, bitch I'm feeling like 50 bruh

You internet thugging, where the fuck is your semi, huh?

Get the fuck up out my face, you capping what you keeping tucked

And I'm a scum bag baby, hit a lick to make a profit

Put me in a cage, when you throw the key make sure you lock it

And my shawty draw my lines 'cause I don't ever fucking pop it

Place the .45 against my skull and then I fucking cock it, uh