[Intro] Yeah Southside (uh) Look [Verse 1] Shorty got a pipe in a baby bag Auntie think it's bottles, I just laugh Whole hood fried, lil’ homie crash Face on a hoodie, fresh new tag Late night creepin’ by the corner store Opps in the window, we at the back door Grandma prayin’ while we track that car Bible on the dresser, next to the AR Cold in my chest, heart like January Judge gave brody calendars to carry Mama in the county line, eyes all red I was in the hallway countin’ up bread (yeah) [Chorus] Got frost on my veins, no love (no love) Whole block too numb to trust (too numb) If it ain’t about a play, hush up (shh) If it ain’t about revenge, then what? (then what?) Southside frostbite, teeth go click Eyes on the bag and the opps we pick Life on edge, can’t slip, can’t flinch Pray you never feel that Midwest pinch (brrt, bow) [Verse 2] Bros turned ghosts in a two-door whip One wrong move, then the whole frame flip Gun smoke stick in the brand new drip Blood on the laces, can’t wipe that slick Phone still ping from a blocked ID Rumors in the air, that’s a dead IP Talk too loud, you gon’ feed that feed Click one link, that’s a R.I.P. City on fire in a blizzard storm We was in the alley when a killer born Teacher said “change,” I was already torn School bell ring, I just tucked that torch (skrrt) [Chorus] Got frost on my veins, no love (no love) Whole block too numb to trust (too numb) If it ain’t about a play, hush up (quiet) If it ain’t about revenge, then what? (then what?) Southside frostbite, teeth go click Eyes on the bag and the opps we pick Life on edge, can’t slip, can’t flinch Pray you never feel that Midwest pinch (brrt, bow) [Bridge] Every night gamble, same two sides Casket or a chain, what you gon’ buy? (huh?) Heard they want smoke, let the snow fall quiet Car door crack, whole world go silent (shh) [Chorus] Got frost on my veins, no love (no love) Whole block too numb to trust (too numb) If it ain’t about a play, hush up (hush) If it ain’t about revenge, then what? (then what?) Southside frostbite, teeth go click Eyes on the bag and the opps we pick Life on edge, can’t slip, can’t flinch Pray you never feel that Midwest pinch (brrt, bow, bow)

rap, Dark Chicago drill club banger with icy staccato piano over sliding sub-bass and tight trap percussion. Male vocals, snarling cadence, ad-libs tucked just behind the lead. Verses stay minimal and tense; hook explodes with stacked chants, distorted doubles, and a pumping sidechain feel. Modern, hard-edged mix with heavy low end and crisp hats slicing through., hip hop, drill, raw

Southside Frostbite