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g herbo & southside - some nights lyrics

[intro]
scared i wasn’t gon’ make it home some nights
wondering, “am i gon’ be a homicide?”
k!ll you quick if i decide
crazy, guess i get that from my mama side
n-ggas beef with us, don’t even come outside
30 in the glock, i keep that on my side
ain’t no questioning, my n-gga, i’ma ride (southside)
out there like some monkey bars, i’ma slide
i know one day i’ma die
made some millions for my son so i’m a’ight
and i’m in that bentley truck that’s parked right outside
i know one day i’ma die, but right now i’m alive
need a purple heart for the sh-t that i survived
better be alert if ever you and i collide
and i ain’t limiting myself to sh-t, i gotta strive
it look like a light show when i arrive (chopsquaddj on the beat, so it’s a banger)

[verse]
straight up out the trenches
had to squeeze that b-tch least one time
me and all my n-ggas
we was young and dumb, i ain’t know how to f-cking listen
so pay attention, hopefully i get to teach you different
all you young n-ggas wild ’til you meet the district
he ain’t even get due process and this n-gga snitching
get around a n-gga like me and they turn b-tches
he ain’t never did no street sh-t, i see through him instantly
gotta take everything come with this sh-t, you gon’ be like that
gotta have that bail money, gotta be ready to fight that
blood ties with my n-ggas, i got shot with project
mally, he was with me, too, but we did dirt on top of that
my left pocket, wasn’t no phone in it, my baby glock in there
summer jam in front of 20,000, i wish roc was there
seen’t you in there witcho bop, you know i got the top from her
anyway, that’s off the topic
we talking ’bout them blocks, shootouts, and glocks
and what about the opps?
sh-t, what ’bout the opps?
sh-t, what ’bout they bops?
what pop out they top?
gang, you know how we rock
in clubs, am i not?
at shows, am i not?
iced up, am i not?
amiri’s with knots
i ain’t hard to find
all you gotta do is apply
i’m ready when you are
riding back to back, two blacks, we like the mini bar
lotta shots, keep one up top, send them b-tches at any car
ayy, ayy
and i’m on the e-way like andretti, my new car
loaded like i’m ready for armageddon
boy, i came too far to let a n-gga take me out this sh-t, now he a star
n-gga make me a block
n-gga make me a bar
i’m all in his raps, smokin’ me in his cigar
i know a n-gga so cold, he shoot at the opps out his sister car
and it’s over a b-tch, your life ain’t worth that p-ssy boy
know you been getting played out all yo life, you p-ssy boy
2pac told you first, “i ain’t no k!ller, but don’t push me”, boy
so don’t push me, boy
you know i’m gon’ pull it boy
here go a bullet, i ain’t a bully
my auto fully
i rep that no limit sh-t to the fullest
hop out in public, i’m thinking ’bout leaving the bl!ck out
i’ma tote my lil’ sh-t in a hoodie
came up from nothing, i still can’t believe i’m legit
everywhere i go i’m the sh-t
been out here swaggin’ like i’m that n-gga ever since i was six
ain’t gotta ask a n-gga for sh-t ’cause i’m f-cking rich
ain’t n0body give me nothing
want a handout? suck a d-ck
b-tch

[outro]
southside

- g herbo southside lyrics

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