First M lyrics

Southside sh*t

[Chorus]
First M, Imma split with my f*cking crew
I never bragged about the sh*t that I was 'post to do
Yeah I love you lil b*tch but hoe I'm tired of you
I just made it to the city bring the [?] through
I should've seen that sh*t coming that's the b*tch in you
I'm in here buying what I want [?]
They call me up in Manhattan, they send the pics through
I've been up since 7 this morning I got a package due

[Verse 1]
You wonder how I changed on you sh*t I never cared
I never play by the rules cuz it was never fair
If you ain't going all the way then don't take it there
All you n*ggas out here telling that's why you got me scared
Ain't no n*gga that I just met that's my right hand
On the road wood tippin ain't no weed man
I don't sell it but my n*gga right here got the P's and
Hittin it from the back [?] make her knees bend
Sittin in the spot, snapping sh*t like it's [?] and
Before I graduated I did 10 off a [?]
[?]
The way you n*ggas out here di*k sucking get your nails did
I don't want your pus*y baby can you put your head down?
[?] making money out this sh*t I told my mans bout it
And I love that new money stick, know what I'm talking bout
Really gave the world to you, b*tch you just had to doubt me
[Chorus]
First M, Imma split with my f*cking crew
I never bragged about the sh*t that I was 'post to do
Yeah I love you lil b*tch but hoe I'm tired of you
I just made it to the city bring the [?] through
I should've seen that sh*t coming that's the b*tch in you
I'm in here buying what I want [?]
They call me up in Manhattan, they send the pics through
I've been up since 7 this morning I got a package due

[Verse 2]
All the love that I showed I never got it back
I can't run from no n*gga I got too many straps
He was tricking off your bag tryna hit that rep
sh*t she f*cking up my fit plus she know my rep
Me and Dame just dropped the fighters I know damn loud
My phone ringing 972 they doing for head time
Johnny blew his wrist but he slow he can't tell time
Hot box the rental I don't care if it smell out
Smoke a lot of weed I should buy it by the bell now
I told her only hicks yesterday she wore your boy out
Heard you wrote a statement and they still ain't let boy out
I have to buy another one today people want my scale out
n*ggas in the way I been in punch I seen you out
n*ggas talk the road but they the driver on the hit now
Nah I put my trust in you I ain't expect for you to let me down
And I went and got every dollar, it wasn't handed out
And I got the sauce lil n*gga I can't give you none
And there's some money over here, go and get you some
And I'm done talking 'bout that bands I won't give you one
And I never tripped off no L I just stepped it up
Southside sh*t