[INTRO]
Barrio God, Southside of H-Town
Cyp you bodied this shit
[VERSE 1]
She only rock designer got a Prada pussy
I be bottle poppin with the product pushers
Look fuck with Dodi watch the vatos push up
Look Cyp a genius, vato watch him cook up
The top of the tipping point, I gotta get the coin
Which bitch will I hit today, let me flip a coin
Mama had Hondas but now we tryin to sit in foreigns
We ain't had fetti so now we gotta get it for em
I sit in Bentleys duckin penitentiaries
Young Shawn Carter, Dodi independent
Bitch I gotta get it, fuck penny pinchin
I got a mind but the semi senseless
Hate on the kid cuz I'm lucrativе
Ludicrous, tootin & bootin shit, lootin & shootin shit
Too legit to acquit, cool with the hooligans
Who do thesе pussy rappers think they foolin with
Them vatos slide heavy , we thick in the A
Hoes be staring like it's shit on our face
But they dont know Dodi the shit in the South
They dont know Cypress the shit in LA
Servin weight but the purpose great
Dodi special like a .38
From Southeast out to South Central
Big MG make the birdie bake
[HOOK]
Watch how I pull up and pop out
Off that spinach like Popeye
She want that Fendi and Prada
Bitch do tricks, voila
I need the fetti bitch fuck all the feelings
No time for chillin hoe I gotta get it
Southside yeah we still the releast
Oh you had a run but that shit is finished
[VERSE 2]
They want static let's get it crackin
Drop bombs like I'm kin to Bin Laden
Top dawg bitch I need a Patek
DYNA Records hoe I got it patented
Big Pun I'm a dawg I'm Latin
H-Town in this bitch what's happenin
West Coast East Los we active
We the fetti bitch fuck all that chattin
She was my bitch she a thot now
We in Lennox bout to ball out
Work hard I'm a star now
J Hunna bring the car around
I'm in ATL tryin to make a sale
Can't trust a bitch cuz they be fake as hell
Everybody tough til they take a shell
I got hella bars tryin to make the bail
I've been ballin bitches gotta stare
I'm with Flex coppin Cartiers
Scrapped lions and the hardest bears
Got a big garage four cars in there
I got it lit 4-5 on the hip
Big dawg I'm the shit
Dodi legit, take a risk get rich
He hatin, we fucked on his bitch
[HOOK]
Watch how I pull up and pop out
Off that spinach like Popeye
She want that Fendi and Prada
Bitch do tricks, voila
I need the fetti bitch fuck all the feelings
No time for chillin hoe I gotta get it
Southside yeah we still the releast
Oh you had a run but that shit is finished
Barrio God, Southside of H-Town
Cyp you bodied this shit
[VERSE 1]
She only rock designer got a Prada pussy
I be bottle poppin with the product pushers
Look fuck with Dodi watch the vatos push up
Look Cyp a genius, vato watch him cook up
The top of the tipping point, I gotta get the coin
Which bitch will I hit today, let me flip a coin
Mama had Hondas but now we tryin to sit in foreigns
We ain't had fetti so now we gotta get it for em
I sit in Bentleys duckin penitentiaries
Young Shawn Carter, Dodi independent
Bitch I gotta get it, fuck penny pinchin
I got a mind but the semi senseless
Hate on the kid cuz I'm lucrativе
Ludicrous, tootin & bootin shit, lootin & shootin shit
Too legit to acquit, cool with the hooligans
Who do thesе pussy rappers think they foolin with
Them vatos slide heavy , we thick in the A
Hoes be staring like it's shit on our face
But they dont know Dodi the shit in the South
They dont know Cypress the shit in LA
Servin weight but the purpose great
Dodi special like a .38
From Southeast out to South Central
Big MG make the birdie bake
[HOOK]
Watch how I pull up and pop out
Off that spinach like Popeye
She want that Fendi and Prada
Bitch do tricks, voila
I need the fetti bitch fuck all the feelings
No time for chillin hoe I gotta get it
Southside yeah we still the releast
Oh you had a run but that shit is finished
[VERSE 2]
They want static let's get it crackin
Drop bombs like I'm kin to Bin Laden
Top dawg bitch I need a Patek
DYNA Records hoe I got it patented
Big Pun I'm a dawg I'm Latin
H-Town in this bitch what's happenin
West Coast East Los we active
We the fetti bitch fuck all that chattin
She was my bitch she a thot now
We in Lennox bout to ball out
Work hard I'm a star now
J Hunna bring the car around
I'm in ATL tryin to make a sale
Can't trust a bitch cuz they be fake as hell
Everybody tough til they take a shell
I got hella bars tryin to make the bail
I've been ballin bitches gotta stare
I'm with Flex coppin Cartiers
Scrapped lions and the hardest bears
Got a big garage four cars in there
I got it lit 4-5 on the hip
Big dawg I'm the shit
Dodi legit, take a risk get rich
He hatin, we fucked on his bitch
[HOOK]
Watch how I pull up and pop out
Off that spinach like Popeye
She want that Fendi and Prada
Bitch do tricks, voila
I need the fetti bitch fuck all the feelings
No time for chillin hoe I gotta get it
Southside yeah we still the releast
Oh you had a run but that shit is finished
( Doeman )
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