SouthSide Mike lyrics

[Intro]
Dunder Mifflin, this is Jordan France
Yeah, real Rx

[Verse]
I'll walk in this b*tch like Southside Mike
Take a thirty-milligram, I'll be high all night
Thirty rounds in the Glock, I do not wanna fight
Up this glick and end a n*gga night
Auntie hit the work, she sing like Betty White
Glock go off, JJ Dynomite
High as sh*t, Napoleon Dynamite
Four O's in the front? Then it's just my type
Walk in this b*tch and buy what I like
Iceberg Slim on a n*gga wife
I'll walk in this b*tch like Steve-O
The roxy kicked in, leave me 'lone
This a Chrome Heart hoodie, this is not VLONE
They ask me every day, "What the f*ck you on?"
Pick up my phone, like, "What the f*ck you want?"
Slide through the block, like, "What the f*ck goin' on?"
They like, "Pap, what the f*ck?"
I dare a n*gga to try his f*ckin' luck
They gon' hogtie your grandma for us
Them n*ggas b*tch, I'm not with them
I walked in this b*tch like the lone wolf
Thinkin' 'bout which n*gga I'm gon' joog
b*tch, I'm Young Scooter when it come to joogin'
The Migos I know don't wear Versace
They ain't trappin' out no f*ckin' bando
They in the foreign, playin' a banjo
Wearin' sombreros, totin' Dracos
I walk in this b*tch like [?]
That n*gga don't trap, it's an illusion
I will up the glick for all confusion
Tell that opp n*gga to suck di*k!
I leave out this b*tch like Bill Russell
I don't need muscles relaxers for muscles
I take a Perc and relax my muscles
My pocket gets fatter than Mrs. Puff!
Broke ass n*ggas finna miss the bus!
Jump out the Audi and shoot sh*t up!
Don't give a f*ck if you my brother or cousin!
A n*gga cross that line with me, I'm gunnin'!
Feel like Wayne when he told Max "Dump"
Walk in this b*tch like Ox from Belly
I love when my b*tch rub on my belly
She said, "You've been skinny since the day you met me"
"I'm not callin' you 'Big Belly Freddy'"
These n*ggas move like [?]
Let's get one motherf*ckin' thing clear
I don't know magic or Santeria
But with this Drake, I'll make you disappear
Boy, this beat harder than a b*tch!
In the booth, goin' retarded in this b*tch!
I ain't even got time to smoke my spliff!
'Cause back to back, I'm talkin' sh*t!
My mama told me, "Baby, you the one!"
"Don't let these n*ggas confuse you for none!"
You damn right I'm my mama's first son
She know goddamn well I'm a thug
I'll still walk in her house with guns
She got a license for legal guns
My mama got two .40s in her purse!
Broad daylight, hit a b*tch where it hurt!
I'll whip your head like Curtis Jack'
I'll whip your f*ckin' head with a MAC
I'll whip your f*ckin' head back-to-back
Whip your f*ckin' head until it crack
Then tell your b*tch ass, "Go get your dad"
I'll be right here when his ass get back!