Side lyrics

n*gga, you a b*tch, I can see it in ya eyes
You ain't shootin' sh*t, n*gga, quit it with the lies
If we can't get to you we takin' it out on ya guys
Security at the front door so we came through the side
Hollow tips leave a n*gga head open wide
I just know why she get her mouth open wide
I got peanut butter on the inside, grape jelly outside
n*ggas wolf on the Internet but they never outside
Know everytime we ride somebody gonna die
pus*y n*gga, if you had a fly swatter prolly wouldn't see a fly die
Hittin' Neiman Marcus, I'm out shoppin', I can't help it, I'm a fly guy
I hit the yola with the bakin' soda watch it change colors, tada
I hit the stew with the booth up, leave the rap game with a black eye
I kill a n*gga in a Taylor suit like James Bond with the bowtie
If you want beef, drop location, we meet, I don't fear no guy
Can't gangbang on the keyboard, in a street war when you gonna die
I'm breezing through cruising in my whip, bae
Won't you let me f*ck you in my Mercedes?
Yellow Russian paint, yeah, my sh*t licorice
I'm laughin' to the bank, this money got me ticklish
I water whip a white b*tch, I got wrist in it
I'm in a foreign, windows tinted, got ya b*tch in it
I f*ck this rap game like I got my di*k in it
She a yellow thick b*tch, I like how she switchin' it
These rap n*ggas too soft, good at tickin' me off
b*tch, I ball like the Super Bowl, I'm kickin' it off
Balmains filled with blue cheese
I got the blues, new whip 22, Forgie tennis shoes
Why this X pill beat my ass? MMA
Why this redbone b*tch tryna be my bae?
Kick her to the curve, send that b*tch on her way
Get like foenem on the curve, n*gga, you in my way
Gold Cuban links cost a 100K-K-K
I don't f*ck with n*ggas like I'm with the KKK
Me and Ye ridin' 'round with a K-K-K
I kill ya like I'm stuck in a doll from Child's Play
n*gga want beef, we can meet
Out here somewhere in the streets
I got double G on my feet
She hungry for my di*k, she can eat
Give a doggy b*tch a doggy a treat
She always beggin' you for leech
Hard boys runnin' for police
I got shooters Outwest, North, South, East
Like 2Pac, I'm from the Westside
High broke from the left side
Off set ridin' 24, I got 23 on the front tire
Hit ya b*tch from the backside
You told me that's the best side
Bad b*tch with some good brain
Good head till her neck tire
I'm shootin' sh*t NCAA
Ridin' 'round with a 5-9
Blue tips in a new whip
In a old school like back in the day
Old school like back in the day