Southside, Waka Flocka Flame, Loudiene, Enphamus - My Side

(Shit) Might go to the feds, nigga, but all I see is red, nigga (Flocka, Flocka, Flocka, Flocka) Voices in my head, nigga, but I just see a dead, nigga (Brick Squad, pussy) He gon' think the walls talk the way I'm on his head, nigga (Flocka) Brick squad, Brick Squad, this shit ain't for the weak, nigga (damn son, where'd you find this?) Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw (shit) Hold up, extra clip Grrh, boaw, boaw, boaw (shit) Fuck these nigga, run that shit back trap Trap-A-Holics, bitch (808 Mafia) You say that you Brick Squad, bitch, you cannot switch sides And I got some killers from New Orleans blood in the eyes (Brick Squad, ay, ay, boaw, boaw) Yellow tape, white chalk, fuckin' with my kind (for real) He got in some sticky shit, fuckin' with my slime (for three) You say that you Brick Squad, bitch, you cannot switch sides And I got some killers from New Orleans, blood in the eyes Yellow tape, white chalk, fuckin' with my kind (for real) He got in some sticky shit, fuckin' with my slime (Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit) Might go to the feds, nigga, but all I see is red, nigga (boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw) Voices in my head, nigga, but I just see a dead, nigga (Brick Squad, pussy) He gon' think the walls talk the way I'm on his head, nigga (Flocka) Brick squad, Brick Squad, this shit ain't for the weak, nigga Real trap shit (yeah, yeah) Put that shit down the middle, that's how we eat, nigga (Flocka) Stay down with your doggy every day 'til he off his feet, nigga (my dog) Loyalty, that's gon' bring me royalty (yeah, yeah) They say they gon' die for me (yeah, yeah) I want them to live for me (yeah), I'm 36 You say that you Brick Squad, bitch, you cannot switch sides And I got some killers from New Orleans, blood in the eyes (Brick Squad, ay, ay, boaw, boaw) Yellow tape, white chalk, fuckin' with my kind (for real) He got in some sticky shit, fuckin' with my slime (for real) You say that you Brick Squad, bitch, you cannot switch sides And I got some killers from New Orleans, blood in the eyes Yellow tape, white chalk, fuckin' with my kind (for real) He got in some sticky shit, fuckin' with my slime (shit) Uh, blood in my eye like a clone paste (flick) Bitch, I'm having more shots than Corona paste (yeah) Bitch, I'm hard to the skin (like a boner race) (yeah) You a hothead, I got y'all, control your anger (grrh) Bitch, I been at this shit for a long time (long time) You was in the right place at the wrong time (yeah) Bitch, I came from the bike like a long line She can't leave me alone 'cause we so tired Uh, what, I gotta be a bitch, son? For her to come put me to sleep For all my grown bitches, some of lil' boy, hos gon' tuck me away Fuckin' put me to sleep (uh-huh) I drowned on bitch, I never screwed My head workin' perfect, 'cause they tryna fuck up the shit (uh-huh) I'm honey for this, I got no vaseline and it's crazy I'm still tryna fuck all the bitch (ugh) Bitch Ugh Grrh Crazy Fatality Dog love