Lyric

(I love Rommy)

(YMD)

Uh, what?

Yeah

South Side reppin’, you know I’m be steppin’ in True Relegion

(You better check in)

With the scammers and the stepper, bitch, I’m from Texas (Yeah)

Once before somebody told me that real G’s go to heaven (What?)

So keep my name up out your mouth ‘fore I crash out 9-11 (Yeah)

All these hoes, I be pimpin’

Brodie shoots like Scottie Pippen

All these drugs started kickin’

All these dough, we be winnin’

In the club, we be jiggin’

Make a move, stop the dissin’ (What?)

Dick up in her, she gon’ feel it

Check the score, we be trippin’ (Capone)

Tokyo drift when I slide, wide body I’m whippin’ (Skrt)

Pulled up clean in True Religions, whole fit look like I’m drippin’

Double up my styrofoam cup, bitch, you know we be sippin’ (Yeah)

It’s Choppa with the chopper, motherfucker, move or you slippin’

Candy paint, super drippin’

Hundreds blue like it’s crippin’ (Skrt)

Whole block stay clickin’

Now that boy act different (What?)

Me and bro on a mission

Bad bitches on me strippin’ (Yeah)

20 bands, I’mma flip it

Get the load then I’m shippin’

South Side reppin’, you know I’m be steppin’ in True Relegion

(You better check in)

With the scammers and the stepper, bitch, I’m from Texas (Yeah)

Once before somebody told me that real G’s go to heaven (What?)

So keep my name up out your mouth ‘fore I crash out 9-11 (Yeah)

All these hoes, I be pimpin’

Brodie shoots like Scottie Pippen

All these drugs started kickin’

All these dough, we be winnin’

In the club, we be jiggin’

Make a move, stop the dissin’ (What?)

Dick up in her, she gon’ feel it

Check the score, we be trippin’ (Capone)