Southside Still Holdin - E.S.G., Bun B, Slim Thug

Hah, no matter where you’re rollin'

How much cash that you’re foldin'

How much woodgrain you’re holdin'

fuck 12 still patrolling

No matter if your wrist frozen

If you bought it or it’s stolen

get chosen

Fuck a seven, nigga, we penitentiary posin'

I got that dogfood and blow in

Them niggas snitchin', I don’t know them

Tag-toeing them, John Doe-ing them

AK all for four of them

In the back of that, they go again, yeah

A pretty night, I might show them

City lights, white doors I’m controlling

Twenty ounce Sprite screwed, poured a four in

Translation, make sure you niggas totin'

Southside still holding

Southside, we still holding

Southside, we still holding

Yeah, nigga, Southside still holding