Lil Baby – Southside Lyrics

Southside

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"Southside." - Lil Baby

Friday, 23 October 2026, 07:18 am

Album: Harder Than Ever

Track No: 09

Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that **** from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them locs who crippin' on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send 'em to the Southside
Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real
I put the "D" in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That draco, that draco (Draco)
I'm with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that **** a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
Temp fade, new J's
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin' out a bando
Servin' out a window
Then tryna run our mills up
That's what we pay the rent for
Fuck it up in the Gucci store, them M's in
Bad bitch lookin' like Bernice, I call her Slim Jim
I just want push start on my car
Shoutout the hood, they know I'm a god
They know that we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS' in my chain
I'm doin' better, I can't even complain
Bought it plain, then I blew out the brain
Birkin bag, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain't switchin' the name
Paper tag, got me switchin' these lanes
Do anything to get me some chains
These **** be fuckin' for fame
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that **** from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them locs who crippin' on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send 'em to the Southside
Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real
I put the "D" in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That draco, that draco (Draco)
I'm with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that **** a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
I'm doin' shit that they wishin' they could
I'm the front one, burnin' right through the hood
They hated on me, but it's still all good
Draco on me and it's still all wood
I'm off probation, they let off a fool
Hate on my drip, tryna see what I do
They takin' notes, tryna study my moves
They tryna do what I do
All-Star weekend, I was gettin' the pack in
Heard you got your shit took, ****, you lackin'
Big body Benz, "Beep-beep" when it back in
Real street **** buyin' bags with the backends
These **** ain't authentic, they actin'
And they ain't gettin' to the money, they cappin'
What happened?
I thought you was a real one
Solitary stones in my ear, these the clear ones
These diamonds dancin' too loud in my ear, so I don't hear them
My homie got that stick, I got that glizzy, we don't fear them
These **** don't wanna play with us, I swear that we gon' kill them
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troup, my OG man, that **** from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them locs who crippin' on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send 'em to the Southside
Yeah, I'm sellin' coke for real
I put the "D" in dope for real
Saint Laurent on my coat for real
That draco, that draco (Draco)
I'm with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to Clayhead, that **** a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood
Yeah, on Southside
We on Southside

Writer(s): Dominique' Jones & Joshua Luellen.

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