Scarlxrd – SUNDAY AFTERNXXN. Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Why you mad? Why you hurt?
Overthinking shit non-stop
Head down, make it work
All this thinking got me on one
I’ve been drinking on my own
All this liquor got me fucked up
I like to kick it alone
If you leave me no love lost
Laugh at the sight at my paper overflowing
Takes me back to the time I believed when I was chosen
For these plans in my life, let them talk shit they don’t know us
I just let the past die I get racks and then I blow it, yeah, haha
Lately I’m thinking too far
Should realise I’m a star
No one can fuck with my heart
Let alone tell me about art
‘Bout to be bigger than y’all
I’ll let my salary talk
Been my own light in the dark
Keeping my fingertips sharp
Wake up I’m way up I stay there
My state and my actions still set me afar from the bar
Fuck it, I’m raising the bar
You can not chin up to levels above
Typically actions will tear me apart
Better be saving those racks that you got
Put my best forward on this ground that isn’t solid
I’ve been getting used to all the shit that used to make me vomit
Tried to get ahead with fortune, yah
Otherwise, life gets boring, yah
You’re following sheep to the slaughterhouse
Now you can’t say I ain’t warn you
Time is still ticking it’s daunting
Play this shit loud in my coffin
I told you no bitches can cuff me
I hate the way you be talking

[Verse 2]
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back, you’ll regret that shit
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back, you’ll regret that shit
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back, you’ll regret that shit
On my selfish shit
Swim alone, I’m drowning rich
Forward with the facts
Don’t turn back
Bitch, we know that you’re evil
Evil, envy, envy
Leave me alone, hell is my home
I told you fuck off, you’re leaching my soul, lose all control
Why ask me questions that make me ask questions I already know?

Lil Baby – Southside Lyrics

[Intro]
Southside on the track, yeah
Southside
Southside
Yeah
Strapped

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them 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
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 1]
Temp fade, new jays
All day, catch plays
White tee, dope boy
Move that dope, boy
Trappin’ out the bando
Servin’ out the window
Tryna run our mills up
That’s what we pay the rent fo’
Fuck it up in the Gucci sto’, 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 we bang wherever we are
I just took these cuts on stage
Look at these VVS’ in my chain
I’m doing better, I can’t even complain
Bought a plane, then I brew out the brain
Breaking Bad, make the bitch go insane
With the gang, I ain’t switchin’ no name
Paper tag, got me switchin’ these lanes
Doing these thangs to get me some chains
These niggas be fuckin’ for fame

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them 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
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood

[Verse 2]
I’m doin’ shit that they wishin’ they could
I’m the frontrunner, break 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 on probation, they let off a fool
They 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
Nigga you lackin’
Big body Benz (?) with the backend
Real street niggas buyin’ (?) with the backends
These niggas ain’t authentic, they actin’
And I ain’t get 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 the stick, I got the glizzy
We don’t fear them
These niggas don’t wanna play with us
I swear that we gon’ kill them

[Hook]
I just got some stupid dome from this hoe from the Southside
Long live Troop, my OG man, that nigga from the Southside
Shout out Deezy and them Lo’s who crippin’ on the Southside
I get bags in for the low and send them 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
I’m with the reds in Clayco
Shoutout to (?) that nigga a real one
We had them bands in the neighborhood