SOUTHBOUND lyrics

[Verse 1]
Break into your mammy house, blood is pouring out my mouth
We south bound boys scraping up change up out the couch
And I'm kicking it with a dead hoe, riding to the corner store
She brought a bag of blow, but Sinatra brought a little more
And I'm pistol gripping, pistol whipping, fistful of the 40 sipping
River City, kicking it toe to toe with you b*tches
And I'm smoking a pack of reds, b*tch I'm feeling like I'm dead
Might as well grab the nine, unload it in my head

[Chorus]
You a rat, call you 6ix9ine, kill you with the blicky, uh
Gripping on my di*k, b*tch I'm feeling like 50 bruh
You internet thugging, where the f*ck is your semi, huh?
Get the f*ck up out my face, you capping what you keeping tucked
And I'm a sc*m bag baby, hit a lick to make a profit
Put me in a cage, when you throw thе key make sure you lock it
And my shawty draw my linеs 'cause I don't ever f*cking pop it
Place the .45 against my skull and then I f*cking c*ck it, uh

[Verse 2]
Living every day with a hunger for death
Either I'ma kill someone or I'ma be put to rest
I'ma kill these motherf*ckers 'til my cardiac arrest
And my ribs are f*cking vacant 'cause there's nothing in my chest
Coming up from the gutter with nobody by my side
So I snort a line and I sip on cyanide
And I'm trapped inside with the voices in my mind
Send a shiver down my spine as I c*ck the 9, uh
[Chorus]
You a rat, call you 6ix9ine, kill you with the blicky, uh
Gripping on my di*k, b*tch I'm feeling like 50 bruh
You internet thugging, where the f*ck is your semi, huh?
Get the f*ck up out my face, you capping what you keeping tucked
And I'm a sc*m bag baby, hit a lick to make a profit
Put me in a cage, when you throw the key make sure you lock it
And my shawty draw my lines 'cause I don't ever f*cking pop it
Place the .45 against my skull and then I f*cking c*ck it, uh

[Verse 3]
99 with the tool like a mechanic, uh
Talking sh*t but when we face-to-face you panic, uh
And you copy all my sh*t, don't understand it, uh
Get your own sh*t, b*tch, quit playing bruh
I'm a young Shigaraki, what I touch is in the greats
And Saliva Todoroki got the ice up in his veins
All these b*tches try and copy and they always imitate
Can never be us b*tch, please allow me to demonstrate
Cause I'm a soul reaper, a life stealing dope dealer
And my line is beeping, 'cause I'm a junkie fiending, never sleeping
I'm a menace to society, your music wack, retire please
Your b*tch is dropping to her knees, I'm praying hold my Jesus piece

[Chorus]
You a rat, call you 6ix9ine, kill you with the blicky, uh
Gripping on my di*k, b*tch I'm feeling like 50 bruh
You internet thugging, where the f*ck is your semi, huh?
Get the f*ck up out my face, you capping what you keeping tucked
And I'm a sc*m bag baby, hit a lick to make a profit
Put me in a cage, when you throw the key make sure you lock it
And my shawty draw my lines 'cause I don't ever f*cking pop it
Place the .45 against my skull and then I f*cking c*ck it, uh