Soufside 4 The Culture ft. Clayco Lyrics

Yeah, Krashhh

I don't give a fuck (Clayco, cook it up), I'm rollin' my reefa' (Cook it up)

Yeah, uh-huh, don't give a fuck

Don't give a fuck, really gon' roll up this doja

Uh, don't give a fuck, really gon' roll up this doja

Uh-uh, don't give a fuck, really gon' roll up this doja

Uh-huh, don't give a fuck, really gon' roll up this doja

Don't give a fuck, steady gon' roll up this doja

Feel like Keef, yeah, I hate bein' sober

Mixin' bitches, they fuckin' bipolar

Really outside in October, I'ma strike a opp like a cobra

It's the Soufside for the culture, bitches pray on me like a vulture

Don't give a fuck, steady gon' roll up this doja

Feel like Keef, yeah, I hate bein' sober

Mixin' bitches, thеy fuckin' bipolar

Really outside in October, I'ma strikе a opp like a cobra

It's the Soufside for the culture, bitches pray on me like a vulture

Don't give a fuck, steady gon' roll up this doja

Feel like Keef, yeah, I hate bein' sober

Mixin' bitches, they fuckin' bipolar

Really outside in October, I'ma strike a opp like a cobra

It's the Soufside for the culture, bitches pray on me like a vulture

No I'm not lucky, this shit not a clover

Spendin' these racks all the way in the Dover

Trappin' and shit all the way in the Nolia

I'm on the street, and that shit named Magnolia

Gambling addict, I don't play no poker

Smile on my face, but I feel like the Joker

If she bend that shit over, you know that I broke her

Wake up in mornin', she got her a mocha'

Don't give a fuck, steady gon' roll up this doja

Feel like Keef, yeah, I hate bein' sober

Mixin' bitches, they fuckin' bipolar

Really outside in October, I'ma strike a opp like a cobra

It's the Soufside for the culture, bitches pray on me like a vulture

Don't give a fuck, steady gon' roll up this doja

Feel like Keef, yeah, I hate bein' sober

Mixin' bitches, they fuckin' bipolar

Really outside in October, I'ma strike a opp like a cobra

It's the Soufside for the culture, bitches pray on me like a vulture

Yes, I'm anti-sober, I hate bein' sober

If she want me to trick, I might cop her a Rover

I'ma give her some dick, then you know I'm not sober (Clayco, cook it up)

Got some chains on my pants, but this shit not a choker

Yeah I'm living these raps, but I never been vulgar

Got them bands in my pocket, I ball like a floater

Racks, racks, bitch you know we get that

Hollon', racks, racks, bitch you know we get that

Hollon', racks, racks, bitch you know we get that

Hollon', racks, racks, bitch you know we live that

Don't give a fuck, steady gon' roll up this doja

Feel like Keef, yeah, I hate bein' sober

Mixin' bitches, they fuckin' bipolar

Really outside in October, I'ma strike a opp like a cobra

It's the Soufside for the culture, bitches pray on me like a vulture

Don't give a fuck, steady gon' roll up this doja

Feel like Keef, yeah, I hate bein' sober

Mixin' bitches, they fuckin' bipolar

Really outside in October, I'ma strike a opp like a cobra

It's the Soufside for the culture, bitches pray on me like a vulture