We keep it gangsta, we keep it gangsta, we keep it gangstaNorthside, we keep it gangsta, we keep it gangstaI'm not on the swaps nigga, I'm on the swaps niggaI'm quick to pull the trigger and I'm raw like jiggerOut of here you bigger, you can step to a gangstaShanky spankin' and won't even like itI'm on the cut, t-shirt and black chucksSettin' clucks for bucks, hittin' hard like nunchucksI feel gaps like sap with these hardcore rapsAnd black, whites, and chaps all get me downYou'll never catch me soppin' or doin' too much gobblin'I might keep it gangsta, start the crib walkin'My dogs start to bop, cause they ready to scratchI release the latch, watch my killers attackI follow up for factsIf you wanna do it, but don't jump nakedOnly ballin' fluid, niggas stay true to itIf you take that chance, I'm a gangstaDon't you do your danceDon't live and I'm bonafide and runnin' with Mark TiesNigga knew I was on the rise, pullin' stuffs like fogI pull the cream, we matchin' while we collide for the southAnd if you hatin', close your mouth, cause I'ma ride for the houseI got hoods on every block, with a Glock that stay cockedAnd I lay in the hard knock, so we known for blue blocksAnd niggas be hatin' me, and I'ma be the boss of the houseAnd makin' my pressure rise, because I'm bourbonizedOn the GS, customized, we interstate weight glidersFrom A-Town to Nevada, goin' off like Brock WallaceAt Pitbull, fight scholars, throw blows like Roy JonesWhile bleedin' with Arizona, and even hit a tuneThat'll make a bad bitch sing alongLike my name was Drew, he didn't know that I got skillsWhen it's time for me to drop, then we gon' straight upMake a meal for real, it's like thatThe trade gon' squash chat, so when it's time to blitzThen we gon' straight up break backI'm a young-ass nigga that's always dyin' for what else?Shootin' sluts through your sweaterMy nigga, I'm by my cheddarTogether, cause we united, don't bite it because it's denimStarch, cheese, and denim, 600s, we in themAnd filmin' these hoes on video, actin' sadiddy thoughWhen all they want is a nigga to take them on to the moldFreak, ho, you ain't gettin' *Keep my screen lit, sideways, watchin' clicksAdmit that I'm a G, lil' B from A.C.Tippin' down, few way, with Trey and lil' TWe beat some young clirs, big bodies, we valiersPortrait, we be the best, we be the bestWe rhyme, tear, sippin', drink with the mayorPay up, close attention, we niggas pinchin'Step in the kitchen, I'm slab representin'And grittin' my teeth, my precious wrist is peakUntil your hoes top and down and sweep you off your feetI buy advice for them, when you're here, then you see itWhy motherfuckers hesitate, we leavin' boss *Tryin' to get a ticket, while on our way to the topSteady crawlin' and ballin', you know we can't stopOne touch, you recline the top, on the S.L.K.And the witch is up under 20Consider the ball away, third coast to breakDine time, we ain't trippin'Pop a clippin', while sippin' on the money, makin' missionGame tight with procedure, trigger finger, stand and get youOur times keep on tickin', we in the kitchen, fuckin' chiggasThese bars, they finna lick yaWe ain't playin' with this game, so pop a tape in your dickAnd go on, do your thingI'm in your eardrum like Bass ManusI got bad hairbrush, I'm smokin', we the proprietorsGet out of life, you come on missin' like the Florida BellasI put niggas in death beds, then fire cabinetsYou got a lot of money, you got a lot of moneyNow I play it, boy, then you better *** itI'm servin' niggas like fiends, I gotta let em have itI got AKs and Glocks, all automaticsThen have your face on the court, that's a missionary baptismDon't get me wrong, I see why do you like Judge MantisThat's why I have to wait to serve, like a water mantisLike Elmer Foote, I got a shotgun that ain't dead to rabbitsAnd I be spreadin' out pillars, like the Odin with AaronI got stripes on my surface, left for bitch nigga marriageI put a ring on right, yo, nigga, like I propose a marriageAnd I ain't talkin' to you, bitchBut if the truth is wearin', and that's what happen to the niggasThat's how I see, like Paris, I let em have itI'm only 15, and let her count my greenYou see the bitches wanna ride, cause they love my screamsAnd keepin' niggas on the run, cause they hate my beamI got 25 niggas runnin' on my teamIt's J-Tron, the young one, that's all about stackin' cashFast on the gas for the grind, I got a matchYou feel what I'm sayin', man?We Southside Thug niggas, that dyin' to pull triggersAnd all about stackin' figuresI'm a third-coach rapperH-Town Slap RyderYou can catch me crawlin' and droppin' the top on the PradaProbably even see me in a hooterOne thing for sure, I gotta get em movin' like ManulaIt's the Ducky, the daddy, I belong for stackin' dollarsChunkin' the Lucy to my niggas and bitches and partnersDown in the dirtiest hours where motherfuckers are finersKeepin' them crunch-shockin' and rockin' and movin' their bodyThat what it is about tissues, you wanna know about itDon't be me slittin' all about horses and dippin' them offWe sip on drink with that blood, puffin' smoke out of mouthAnd this the way we keep it crockin', boy, my style of time is goin' down