There They Go

There they go

They, they (perfect)

Southside, there they go (ay, yee)

There they go (ay)

Bands there they go (bands, bands, bands, whoa)

There they go (ay)

Gangstas, there they go (ay)

Why your neck green?

'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (whoa)

There they go (ay)

Broke ass niggas (whoa)

Hatin' ass bitches

How you hating on a tuck tuck? You a cunt, cunt

You ain't got no vision (ay)

I'm still spendin' (ay)

'Cause I'm that nigga (ay)

D'angelo (ay), Balenci' (whoa)

Me and my gang came for

The whole damn cake, nigga, gimme your slice

I hate where you came from

You snitch, it be a whole city of mice (Hallelujah)

I thank God for all the blessings

And the real niggas in life (my niggas)

A hater will go set Twitter on fire

Whenever real niggas is right (yey wena)

Things that I don't need in my life (yey wena)

Man that's too pink to be Sprite (yey wena)

Trap shit, I drink Lean every night (yey wena)

I be listening to Weezy and he the reason

I smoke trees and I bleed on the mic, see me now

When I was sixteen, I was right every night

I was spittin' 16's by the light

You were praying for a job, I was praying for the mob

Now we here countin' money and we ain't never counted out

Told Pops if he need a couple racks, just shout (yeah)

I'm cleaning 'em out, no doubt (yeah)

King-size bed for my couch

Nastycsa

Bitches they gon' tag for the clout (yeah)

I'm a fine ass nigga from the south

Diamonds, whole lotta carats in the mouth, oh man

There they go (ay)

Southside, there they go (ay, yee)

There they go (ay)

Bands there they go (bands, bands, bands, whoa)

There they go (ay), gangstas, there they go (ay)

Why your neck green?

'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (whoa)

There they go (ay)

Broke ass niggas (whoa)

Hatin' ass bitches

How you hating on a tuck tuck? You a cunt, cunt

You ain't got no vision (ay)

I'm still spendin' (ay), cause I'm that nigga (ay)

D'angelo (ay), Balenci' (whoa)

The hoes in the videos been ran through

You a 7, you ain't really that bad boo

You just want more champagne, damn

You should get more shampoo

I done got so much status

I'm fucking my karma then send her at you

You ain't gotta know what that means

Just gotta know it came from a badass dude

I'm an animal with a badass toe

And a badass hoe and the cash stack grow

Me and my dawg go back I know

But he spilled my Lean I'm mad at bro

You gas me, let it be the gas I smoke

Radio would never know the tracks I wrote

Me versus me, that's ghost and GOAT

I sign deals but I own my soul

I might fuck around selling new mixtapes door by door

Difference between me and all my foes

When the racks tell me to go, I go

Made a lot of money 'cause I know what I know

This flow fucked up, Noah's boat

You really shouldn't call my money my money

Call it Mrs. N-g-c-o-b-o

There they go (ay)

Southside, there they go (ay, yee)

There they go (ay)

Bands there they go (bands, bands, bands, whoa)

There they go (ay), gangstas, there they go (ay)

Why your neck green?

'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (whoa)

There they go (ay)

Broke ass niggas (whoa)

Hatin' ass bitches

How you hating on a tuck tuck? You a cunt, cunt

You ain't got no vision (ay)

I'm still spendin' (ay), cause I'm that nigga (ay)

D'angelo (ay), Balenci' (whoa)