Ay
Southside shit

Man these hoes be broke as hell, cap ass bitches

Big Latto Freestyle (LYRIC) - Mulatto

Ay
Southside shit

Man these hoes be broke as hell, cap ass bitches
Don't forget it, princess of the Southside, bitch (Ha)
Queen Clayco
Still stay with they mama, grown as hell, get your a- get up off, get up off your ass

Ant Chamberlain, that's a hundred points

[Verse]
Yeah, ay, ay, ay

Bad bitch four pockets full, got him calling me his little baby(Brrr)
Ride it good, drive a nigga crazy, for eight miles like slim shady (Skrrt)
Full throttle, bitch im never lazy (Skrrt)
Now he underwater like he in the Navy (Ay)

Ex nigga drop the diss on me, I'd be mad too if my bitch made me (Ha)
Im a real ass bitch (Bitch)
These hoes ain't on shit, but dick (Dick)
Wonder why they call me Latto, every nigga in this city wanna hit, yeah (Uhh)
Fuck a one on one, all my dogs gon fight with me Michael Big, yeah
When my ex lame ass get mad, he threaten me to leak the flick (Ha, ha, ha)
Fuck it, ay, I got more in the bank than they whole budget (Yeah)
If that bitch ain't loyal, I'ma kick her out the group, Latoya Luckett (Ay, fuck)
Still single cause I got my own, I refuse to be a nigga puppet (Fuck)
Bitches claim the hood, really from the Boondocks, that's Uncle Ruckus ( Ha, ha, ha)
Ay, I can't break bitch, I won't even bend (Nah)
Check the peep hole, for you let him in (Yeah)
And if he broke, don't you let that nigga in (Nah)
Usain Bolt, have him run up in yo shit (Brrr)
You ain't the boss, selling dimes and nickels (What?)
Off white on me, like I'm moving bricks (Ay)
I'm from Clayco, Southside shit, five six so slim (Southside, ay)
Ay I'll get a nigga wiped down like Boosie (Boosie)

I was 16 when I touched 6 figures, I ain't no groupie (On god)
Been doing this shit, I been a rich kid, no schooling (On god)
Ay twelve got these niggas wearing wires, ya'll rat ass can't fool me (Dummie, da fuck)
Hol up dog, I think the phone tapped (What?)
Phone or you, we ain't gon doubt (The what?)
He just text me a knockout (Ay, ay)
Hurry home, so I can hit from the back (Yeet)
Bitches whack, nah they can't really rap (Hell nah)
It ain't in the trunk, it's on my lap (Brrr)
Turn a street nigga to a sap (Fuck)
Finesse a rich nigga like Baps (Aha)
I watch em change on me like quarters, they two faced (They fake ass)
She keep my name out her mouth more than her tooth paste (Man da fuck)
Ran down had that bitch shook like old bae (Oh she shook)
New bae can't even keep his eyes off me like 2 k
I runnin circles round these rap hoes, like Nascar (Skrrt)
I like trappers and jackers (Brrr)
I don't even reply to dms from rap stars (Fuck, grrra)

Really got that super soaker, he don't gotta spit start (What?)
No key, that's push start (Skrrt)
Networth going up, I'm getting more paper than a bookmark
Little bitch (Brrr)

[Outro]
Southside shit
Man these bitches be broke as hell cap ass bitches
Don't forget it, princess of the Southside, bitch
Still stay with they mama, grown as hell, get your a- get up off, get up off your ass