Duvy – SouthWay

SouthWay Lyrics

Intro
This shit off the top, man
Hey CR
Like every other track, yeah, yeah
Free my dawgs

Chorus
Yuh, D boy!
We making money we coming where you stay
My brodie just freed back in the drug game
Made money could catch us in your state
I’m a cold heart savage, yeah nigga I ain’t having it
All on the block you can find this shit
Them youngins they crazy can’t manage ‘em
Don’t start it if you cannot handle it
And we them youngins who make shooting a habit
Yeah, south way
Wrap that boy up we love gun play
Posted, we posted by front gate
About 17 straps on front page
Niggas they bitch call 9-11
One shot gonna send ‘em to heaven
Stuck in my mind, wake up to kill
Was hungry I needed a mill’

Verse
And you wasn’t there this is real life
Can’t trust nobody, told me 100 lies
We live in the game lil’ baby can’t think right
Dived in real deep couldn’t sit tight
He lucky he would’ve been died
Off two percs so I had frog eyes
He gon’ get used to them news articles
Yeah, south side
We ain’t gon’ sleep till the opps die
I seen a lotta pain in my dawg’s eyes
We go through some pain but we alright
Yeah, this is the street life
Yeah, mama can’t think right
Whole lotta funerals not many graduations (For real)
Huh, you know where your bitch at (Come find her)
My dumbass gon’ shoot if you switch sides
Swear to God they give me bitch vibes
Nah, for real (Had to get it, had to get it)
Pots, dope, i’ma just cool in the kitchen (Cool in the kitchen)
Fat ass lil’ ho she be doing the dishes

Chorus
Yuh, D boy!
We making money we coming where you stay
My brodie just freed back in the drug game
Made money could catch us in your state
I’m a cold heart savage, yeah nigga I ain’t having it
All on the block you can find this shit
Them youngins they crazy can’t manage ‘em
Don’t start it if you cannot handle it
And we them youngins who make shooting a habit
Yeah, south way
Wrap that boy up we love gun play
Posted, we posted by front gate
About 17 straps on front page
Niggas they bitch call 9-11
One shot gonna send ‘em to heaven
Stuck in my mind, wake up to kill
Was hungry I needed a mill’

Duvy

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