Bonjour lyrics

[Intro]
I don't even wanna
(Southside)
Yeah, gang sh*t
Gang, gang (8-8-8-8...)
It's five in the morning in this b*tch

[Verse]
Can't believe I made it (Uh-huh)
Used to wake up, get faded (Yeah)
This Hollywood sh*t was foreign to me like I just hopped off the slave ship
These n*ggas signing two million dollars, three-sixty deals, getting on some slave sh*t
Popped out on the opps with the Glock in my hand like, "f*ck it," I was on some brave sh*t
Me and lil' bro hop out, blaze sh*t (Baow)
We ain't need no special occasion (Baow, baow)
Now I go do two shows and come home with eighty, this sh*t brazy (Brazy)
This street sh*t out here changing (Uh)
n*ggas signing affidavits (What the f*ck?)
Want beef with me? I'm 'posed to be a street n*gga, street n*gga how I played it (Yeah)
I was on the block daily 'fore I got famous
77th to 79th, Yates to Kingston, it was all ranges
8 a.m. we up, on the way to target practice, them was our ranges
Them lil' No Limit n*ggas, stay away from 'em, they ass dangerous
They don't need no anger, they'll kill a stranger (What? Kill a stranger)
We ain't shoot from no angle (Uh), put that b*tch in your brain, boy
Bang, boy, gang-gang, boy
Exotic pack, new thing, boy
It's going down in Illinois, them boys shootin' like Villanova
Ballin' like Kobe
Herbo, what you do? Get bored, hit Saks, spend twenty-four
Swervo, why you ain't got no feelings? 'Cause I'm gangster to the core
Perc' 30 make me f*ck 'til she sore
Gotta go get a Plan B from the store
'Cause I just had a lil' boy, closet got more Gucci drip than yours
Keep at least a lil' fifty ball in the drawer
Withdraw a hundred, deposit four
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder no more
We went way, way up on the score (Yeah, yeah)
My crib way, way up on the floor (Uh)
Like fifty of them b*tches above yours (Swervo)
And I get right off the plane, hop in the foreign, bonjour
Pull up in a foreign, bonjour
Who got a Bentley Sprinter? I'ma take that b*tch on tour
Who got a new Draco? I'ma take that b*tch on tour
Just got a brand new money counter, I'ma take that b*tch for sure
They tryna ride my wave, they gon' take that b*tch to shore
I'm living thug life like Tupac Shakur
Swervo, you always rap about Tupac Shakur
See you in the black Benz, I hope you got that Glock in yours
n*ggas ain't takin' care of they business, you on top of yours (I'm on top of mine)
These hoes f*cking up they paper, they ain't stopping yours (I'm on top of my grind)
Bought a portable studio, I'ma take that b*tch on tour
All these n*ggas new sh*t trash, when you dropping yours?"(Shh)
Everybody claimin' they in they bag, when you gon' hop in yours?
Oh, you in the Jag'? I ride G12, f*ck is that, a Ford? (Yoom)
Laughing at the rear view, high-speed with the jakes, f*ck is that, a Ford? (Yoom)
Soon as we jumped on the E-way, they ain't even wanna chase no more (Yoom, yoom)
But I ain't been to the hood, they don't see my face no more
This sh*t got way too good to be true, I wasn't fightin' the case no more
f*ck what you do, Chiraq ain't safe no more
Lost Cap, I can't holler at my ace no more, mad zips to the face no more
Had Porsches and straights, did dirt out Accords, switch whips, hit Lakeshore
Seen what happened to that boy, I had to pour a four (Damn)
Deuces wasn't doing sh*t for me no more, I had to pour a four
Sodas and juices wasn't doing sh*t for me no more, I had to pour up raw
That sh*t get the best of me and I be ridin' snorin'
Wake up, think 'bout my dogs, next thing I know, I'm dropping some more
I was eighteen riding foreigns, bonjour (Bonjour)
f*cking cougars, would've tried to put this di*k in some more (Ayy, ayy)
Still was f*cking b*tches my age, might've put di*k in your daughter (Ayy, ayy)
Some days was broke as f*ck, no homo, had my di*k in the floor
Had to get sh*t in order
Thirty in the Ruger clip, I wish that b*tch had some more in there
VVs in the Dweller, look like I hit that b*tch in some water
BD, GD, Stone, whatever
Get some money 'cause I ain't have a quarter
Long live that n*gga Zack TV, heard he had a daughter
The police here ain't solving murders, this ain't Law & Order
[Outro]
(Southside)
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