There they go (Ayy)
Southside, there they go (Ayy)
There they go (Hey)
Bands, there they go (Bands, bands, bands) (Whoa)
There they go (Yeah)
Gangsters, there they go (Yeah)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (Whoa)
There they go (Ayy)
Broke ass **** (What?)
Hating ass bitches
How you hate on thug thug?
You a cunt cunt
You ain't got no vision (Ayy)
I'm still spending (Ayy)
'Cause I'm that **** (Ayy)
D'Angelo (Ayy)
Balenci' (Whoa)
Me and my gang came
For the whole damn cake
****, give me 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 **** in life (My ****)
A hater will go set Twitter on fire
Whenever real **** 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' sixteens by the light
You were praying for a job, I was praying for the mob
Now we here countin' money, and we never counted out
Told pops if he need a couple racks, just shout (Yeah)
I'm cleanin' em out, no doubt (Yeah)
King size bed for my couch
@NastyCSA_
Bitches, they're gon' tag for the clout (Yeah)
I'm a fine ass **** from the South
Diamonds, whole lot carats in the mouth, oh man
There they go (Ayy)
Southside, there they go (Ayy)
There they go (Hey)
Bands, there they go (Bands, bands, bands) (Whoa)
There they go (Yeah)
Gangsters, there they go (Yeah)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (Whoa)
There they go (Ayy)
Broke ass **** (What?)
Hating ass bitches
How you hate on thug thug?
You a cunt cunt
You ain't got no vision (Ayy)
I'm still spending (Ayy)
'Cause I'm that **** (Ayy)
D'Angelo (Ayy)
Balenci' (Whoa)
The hoes in the videos been ran through
You a seven, you ain't really bad bad, boo
Bitches want more champagne, damn
You should get more shampoo
I done got so much status
I'm fuckin my karma and send her at you
You ain't gotta know what that mean
You just gotta know it came from a badass dude
I'm a 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 will never know the tracks I wrote
Me vs. Me, that's Ghost and G.O.A.T
I signed deals but I own my soul, **** (Oh)
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 shouldn't really call my money "my money"
Call it Mrs N-G-C-O-B-O
There they go (Ayy)
Southside, there they go (Ayy)
There they go (Hey)
Bands, there they go (Bands, bands, bands) (Whoa)
There they go (Yeah)
Gangsters, there they go (Yeah)
Why your neck green?
'Cause them ain't diamonds and that ain't gold (Whoa)
There they go (Ayy)
Broke ass **** (What?)
Hating ass bitches
How you hate on thug thug?
You a cunt cunt
You ain't got no vision (Ayy)
I'm still spending (Ayy)
'Cause I'm that **** (Ayy)
D'Angelo (Ayy)
Balenci' (Whoa)

Writer(s): Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo & Cody Rounds.