Testi Still On da Southside - Trae Tha Truth, Russell Lee

Still On da Southside

On the Southside\nCandy sprayed, looking so live\n84's and vogues, we glide\nScrewzoo, you know we holding it down\nI’m still low behind tints, swanging to Southwest\nA lot of shit on my mind, still living the stretch\nScrew-U I miss you, ain’t a damn thang changed\nTo the day I’m deceased, I’ma rep the name\nHolding it down for the South, and the S.U.C.\nAhead of the pack, forever S.L.A.B.\nAnd swanging 4's and vogues, low with T.V.'s\nThe trunk popped up, and showing that I’m a G\nOut the Dirty Southside, of H-T-X\nIn a throwback drop, or a four do' Lex\nWith a throw away glock, when a nigga got plex\nI’m fresh off the block, slow-mo in a Vet\nPeep game when I grip the grain, I’m off the chain\nDown the baseline, and cross over the lane\nLike A.I., my game is too fly\nBlue over gray, when I pass on by\nI’m a B-E-T, and a Southwest thug\nBeat down the block, and banging on dubs\nScrubs, back back give me fifty\nCause wanna be thugs, don’t get no love\nFrom the Maab or the click, Slow Loud And Bangin'\nFrom the beginning to end, I ain’t never changing\nAnd the East to Westcoast, is what I’m ranging\nThat candy blue, on locks that I’m staging\nRearranging, your changing thoughts\nWhen I hit the vault, pulling out candy cars\nLike Randy Moss, I’ma play the field\nOn the hunt for a mill, displaying my skills\nSouthsive for live, repping my block\nMy hood on fire, streets is on lock\nWith the shit that I got, I’m never gon stop\nFor Screw I’ma punch the gas, to the top\nIf I’m pulling out the garage, better believe it’s mine\nAnd if the light is on me, then I’ma go on and shine\nBaller block niggaz, on glass when I hop the lane\nIt’s a damn shame, the way my top drop and swang\nMy slab doubling, and niggaz be thinking that it’s a game\nTrae ain’t the same, and leading the line like a train\nAnd I’m in the cockpit, that glide like a plane\nWhen I’m on Fondren, I be heading down to Main\nLike a pimp, hoes I got by the flock\nIn a CMC, and low key from cops\nI’m on the grind, trying to stack my knots\nI put about four G’s, up in the stash spot\nBleeding the block, at night when I get my cash\nAnd wood all on my dash, with leather under my ass\n2−55, with full speed to mash\nWhen the bops on the block, I’m full speed to pass\nLike Dizzy Young, cause I’m young and raw\nWith no love for the law, that hate a young thug\nThat’s real in the streets, and never been fake\nWith artillery, for niggaz that I hate\nCause I’m playa, ain’t no way to knock that\nWhen it come to the click, you know I got that\nSo you cats, better play the back field\nCause I’m the homerun king champ, and I’m next to bat\nFor the Dirty Southside, and the Wild Wild West\nWhen it quick to click, or putting the drama to rest\nI’m telling these cats, they don’t wanna test\nCause the click full of G’s, just might cause a mess\nWhen they in black Houpes, and they ready to ride\nBelieve me, G-Maab ain’t playing no games\nI ride for the set, to the day I quit\nAnd if it ever come to that, then it’s over mayn\nI represent for the Dirty 3rd, when I shake the block\nFor P-A-T and Mafio, I’ma drop the drop\nBody rock and catch hot, when these haters jock\nAnd on top of that, watching these boppers bop\nOn a G like Trae, since back in the day\nWhen I tip the Houpe, and flipped up Few Quay\nSouth Klique for life, with BJ And Lil' Shay\nMy brother Jay’Ton, and the rest of S.K.\nBut now I’m in a first class, four do' slab\nGetting my shine on, and beating up the Ave.\nStill on the Southside, got niggaz mouth wide\nPiss me off, and I’ma f**k up they inside\nOutside, when I let up my trunk\nSix fifteens, and yep they gon bump\nThink of touching my shit, you bound to get stomped\nI ain’t never been a punk, you chose to get dumped\nOne deep or with a click, I’m still gon ball\nIn a DTS, the screens is gon fall\nT-R-A-E, I play the game raw\nFin to set this shit off, with no time to stall\nFor the Screw K3, they done dropped the chain\nAnd the guerilla got loose, that they tried to tame\nAnd now they feeling this one, from H-Town to Spain\nNow niggaz in the game, be looking so lame\nWhen they see my 4's, running niggaz out the way\nWhen I’m fresh out the Jag, on candy blue sprayed\nWhen I’m fresh out the Quay, on customized\nSix T.V.'s, banked up on MLK\nT-I-N-T, black on black I’m thoed\nSo these niggaz don’t know, what I’m working with\nOr what I got inside, late night when I ride\nIt’s gangstafied, I know you feeling this\nWe gon hold it down, On the Southside\nYeah, of H-Town, it goes down