Southside Songtext
von Joule$

Tell a bitch wipe me down, down
Worry less about another man
Worry more about what′s in the bags
Worry less about what's in my hands
Worry more about what you can have
Need a hunnid racks, need rubber band
Can you stomach that?
You be selling grams?
You be telling plans
You be selling lies


Shot caller I want top dollar
Ion got a wallet do a lot of wildin′
While this guap pile up
Auto pilot got no idea how I got it like this
But ya girl like me cause I'm twice the man
And If I was you I wouldn't even try it
I strike first
Hit quick as lightning
I been enlightened
Been in the light
Glow in the dark
You can see me shining
Y′all need reminding