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Southside on the track, yeah
Yeah, bang bang
Yeah, lil' nigga bang bang
Yeah, bang bang
Yeah, lil' nigga bang bang
Let's go

Chorus
Young nigga with it, I really came up drilling Brr
Bought our opps' bitches, fuck, everyone came up menacing
Got that extension Yeah, get that young nigga, he tripping Doe Beezy
Shots they shoot make 'em back up Brr, social distance Oh really
Masked up, riding through the trenches Brr
Fake like they balling but really rock benches
Up in the Bentley and whip it Skrrt, how can I not slide niggas' bitches Why
Young Doe Beezy be dripping Doe Beezy, wonder how I'm fucking her instantly
He got too close and I blick him Brr, I need social distance please Boom

Verse 1
4 came through and they heard the motor, I bet they wish they was pulled up Yeah
I don't even smoke dead niggas no more, all of them pussies get pulled up
Hop out the 'Rari, don't jump out the Rover
We shoot at heads, never shot at a shoulder
She want a nigga to cry on his shoulder
Blah, blah, blah, I forgot what I told her Oh really
Got what I want when I smashed her Yeah, young ignorant bastard Doe Beezy
Hold up, I just remembered Hold on
I didn't ask her
Icy but I never been to Alaska
Why you try racing, you know my shit faster
Go shot with the gang, boy them niggas ain't right, they whip chickens but fentanyl on the platter
Young nigga really a vet Yeah
I might wake up and go buy a Corvette Fax
I ain't gon flex No
I really ride with them shotters on deck
Said they gon' do that, they really be capping
Said we gon' do it, they really get wet
Said he was up and said he was having
But he just apply for his stimulus check Oh really

Chorus
Young nigga with it, I really came up drilling Brr
Bought our opps' bitches, fuck, everyone came up menacing
Got that extension Yeah, get that young nigga, he tripping Doe Beezy
Shots they shoot make 'em back up Brr, social distance Oh really
Masked up, riding through the trenches Brr
Fake like they balling but really rock benches
Up in the Bentley and whip it Skrrt, how can I not slide niggas' bitches Why
Young Doe Beezy be dripping Doe Beezy, wonder how I'm fucking her instantly
He got too close and I blick him Brr, I need social distance please Boom

Verse 2
You don't want war, we wick it Wick it
Bet I'mma hit it, I pick it Yeah
Fuck all this cash, I'mma spend it Spend it
Run up a million, I spent it Free
I really came from rags to riches Yeah
Now all these bitches want come tryna kick it Mwah
I got the dick and it hang off the blicky Brr
And that bitch tucked in my muhfucking Dickies Oh really
I need social distance, give me six feet Give me six feet
Don't come too close, that's risky, might end up six feet
How he tote that big ass gun, he ain't even six feet Doe Beezy
'Fore they knocked off ten feet, dug his grave, you dig me Brr
Nigga run up on this shit but he won't get shit from me Brr-brr
got his top off 'cause he wishes he was me
Riding 'round in that Lambo truck, 100 clips on that seat
I'mma a stepper, I stood up, now that bitch on his knees Fool

Chorus
Young nigga with it, I really came up drilling Brr
Bought our opps' bitches, fuck, everyone came up menacing
Got that extension Yeah, get that young nigga, he tripping Doe Beezy
Shots they shoot make 'em back up Brr, social distance Oh really
Masked up, riding through the trenches Brr
Fake like they balling but really rock benches
Up in the Bentley and whip it Skrrt, how can I not slide niggas' bitches Why
Young Doe Beezy be dripping Doe Beezy, wonder how I'm fucking her instantly
He got too close and I blick him Brr, I need social distance please Boom

Outro
Yeah, bang bang
Yeah, lil' nigga bang bang
Yeah, bang bang
Yeah, lil' nigga bang bang
Let's go
Oh really