Lil Reek – Southside lyrics

[Chorus: Lil Reek]
Pressure get applied, I'm playin' my block
Bought me a Wraith just to drop my top
Bought me a Wraith just to park on my block
I got the block hot, slid in a hotbox
We slid on the block nigga, whole hundred shots
Three niggas died, three niggas get shot
Nigga fuck squashin' beef, man your ass gotta die
4 Pockets Full, man wish a nigga tried
Slime in this with me and you know he got the fire
You cuffin' that ho but you know she a thot
G-Code, G6, straight off the lot
I call up my slimes, boy they down to ride
A hundred shots on your block when we slide
A scope on the stick if he try to hide
We pull up and face him, we hop out, we fire
A hundred the dash, back to the south side

[Verse 1: Lil Keed]
Woo, we hop out then fire, the beam on his eyes
He dyin' inside, I know he won't cry
I'm squared the fuck up, I'm flyer than fly
This shit can get real, you know you can die
Lil Reek pass the gas, you know we get high
Not worried 'bout no nigga, I know G gon' fire
Shawty gon' slide and Noonie gon' slide

[Verse 2: G-Baby]
It's G-Code, I told you I don't have no patience
I told 'em I'd catch that boy later
Lil Reek, he with me, count paper
Line that ho up like a waiter
Take that boy in like the pacer
I'm 'bout that bag, I'ma chase it
I'm havin' all types of flavor
Menace gon' pop that potato
Shawty got the work, he can't save you

[Chorus: Lil Reek]
Pressure get applied, I'm playin' my block
Bought me a Wraith just to drop my top
Bought me a Wraith just to park on my block
I got the block hot, slid in a hotbox
We slid on the block nigga, whole hundred shots
Three niggas died, three niggas get shot
Nigga fuck squashin' beef, man your ass gotta die
4 Pockets Full, man wish a nigga tried
Slime in this with me and you know he got the fire
You cuffin' that ho but you know she a thot
G-Code, G6, straight off the lot
I call up my slimes, boy they down to ride
A hundred shots on your block when we slide
A scope on the stick if he try to hide
We pull up and face him, we hop out, we fire
A hundred the dash, back to the south side

[Verse 3: Slimelife Shawty]
A hundred on the dash, all the way to south side
Everybody with me YSL, yeah we slime
Everybody with me YSL, yeah we slide
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slime
These niggas be problems, them choppers gon' solve 'em
I took that boy's life, might as well say I bought him
My shooter gon' gun at you just like I taught him
He tried to smash out but that AR had caught him
Young nigga came up light in the 'Vette
These ain't VV's, these Audemar Piguets
I just want head, baby girl I don't want sex
I'm YSL, baby girl we up next
I talk too fast with choppers and TEC's
Play on my block, I swear you gon' rest
Play on my block, YSL make a mess
Last nigga played on my block got stretched

[Chorus: Lil Reek]
Pressure get applied, I'm playin' my block
Bought me a Wraith just to drop my top
Bought me a Wraith just to park on my block
I got the block hot, slid in a hotbox
We slid on the block nigga, whole hundred shots
Three niggas died, three niggas get shot
Nigga fuck squashin' beef, man your ass gotta die
4 Pockets Full, man wish a nigga tried
Slime in this with me and you know he got the fire
You cuffin' that ho but you know she a thot
G-Code, G6, straight off the lot
I call up my slimes, boy they down to ride
A hundred shots on your block when we slide
A scope on the stick if he try to hide
We pull up and face him, we hop out, we fire
A hundred the dash, back to the south side
Pressure get applied, I'm playin' my block
Bought me a Wraith just to drop my top
Bought me a Wraith just to park on my block
I got the block hot, slid in a hotbox
We slid on the block nigga, whole hundred shots
Three niggas died, three niggas get shot
Nigga fuck squashin' beef, man your ass gotta die
4 Pockets Full, man wish a nigga tried
Slime in this with me and you know he got the fire
You cuffin' that ho but you know she a thot
G-Code, G6, straight off the lot
I call up my slimes, boy they down to ride
A hundred shots on your block when we slide
A scope on the stick if he try to hide
We pull up and face him, we hop out, we fire
A hundred the dash, back to the south side