DARKSIDE Lyrics

Yeah, did that dark side, this shit look like Parkside

Nigga made a diss, we shot his mouth, tha got his shit wired

Pop a Perc and drink, some lean see dead opps, like it's soul ties

I know an old killer from back in the day, yeah he a old dog

Bitch, I feel like Gucci, they don't want to sign 5 cause he be robbing

Gangsta bitch, a buck you for your Blick just like k carbon

Heard the blood had dried up on the scene, so that made me a artist

Woah, look what they had started, got these drops, shot up the party

And I'm with Lil Joe, he out his body, might just split his wig

I be real saditty, Draco hold sum titties Might just kill his mistress, go and tie her up

Yeah, a fifth and you can get her back

Nigga try to run, I hit that Glee, And Ricky hit his back

Seen so many niggas die, so promise I know not to lack

Got the drop, we shot the track, fuck the opps, no, I can't act

Do it green, I'm Steve Patrice, mail the tens, that's rest in peace

Take him on the move, slime as he get, he get shot in this shit

Two niggas got hit with this same stick, I'm finna bury this

Ten racks off each rider, yeah, I think I'm finna marry his

Seen him on the grind, his ass through, he can barely kick

On the top of a nigga, ride before he stash, bitch, I ain't money, Mitch

Dad still sellin' thirty-six, fuck a dog, gotta shoot a rick

Who next? I can't even pick, broke and poor, gotta hit a lick

Yeah, them niggas shot, but they miss, I can't even knowledge

These stupid bitches, heard a nigga tryna come and get me

That's Joe, when I had the 50

Yeah, did that dark side, this shit look like Parkside

Nigga made a diss, we shot his mouth, they got his shit wide

Pop a Perc, he drunk, slinky, dead, I like his soul tight

I know an old killer from back in the day, yeah, he an old dog

Bitch, I feel like Gucci, stand on the side and fight

Gangsta bitch, a bucket for your bitch, just like Kate Carpenter

Heard the blood had dried up on the scene, so that made me a artist

Whoa, look where they had started, got the drop, shut up the party

They say, look, G5 be trippin', but you know I go the farthest

Bitch, we shoot the whole clip, and then we come reload the cartridge

I got bros that don't rhyme, they got rich, I'll fit a wall

My lil' bro had took his soul, I switched the barrel out his Glock

He had went against my will, how you surprised that he got dropped

We can come and kick your door, we can come and play the cross

Or I can take a flat and put it in your window till it props

We left it white, see it red, then this bitch was screamin' stop

Yeah, pull up three nines, do top out and blow just like a Autobot

That was death, so we shot in the crowd, we don't care who shot

Surround the house with T, that bitch, I promise, ain't nothin' movin' out

I walk through the opp hood, know I got my two lot

Mike and Mias, go find a buyer, then we come and stipe

Go and step out some, man, I'll run up, gotta kill our rivals

Stand out, then it's thick, this shit get wicked, but this shit not righteous

Hold up to your mirror, Jean, that's all I try to see