Northside Southside(feat. Giggs) - Meek Mill/Giggs

Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Nathaniel Thompson/Ron LaTour/Mark Lapple

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Shoot through your car door shoutout to Cardo

Yeah yeah

Yeah

Yeah look on the 'net and they talkin' 'bout bannin' me

Just left the dealer I told him to Phantom me

I cannot be with no n***as that's fans of me

No kizzy

I don't know why these lil' n***as be playing with me

Murder for murder they ain't understanding me

Take one of mine that s**t end with your family

Perkies thirties young n***as shooting like Currys

Walking in the club no searching

Whack him for a check yeah surfin'

Spinning sinning

Sinning winning

I know the way that we living that we probably going to Hell any minute

He never been on a mission I see in his eyes I can tell if he b***hing

Treat him like Trey get out the car I know they gon' tell if he did it

My got them tickies for selling them brickies but he ain't made the cell in a minute

N***as been busting them U-eys I'll never forget it I ain't take a L in a minute

You a b***h he a rat he a fraud on the 'Gram like he was that

Baby mama she a groupie in the Lamb' swerving with me eating gat

Big dog real boss make a call n***a you will be a pack

Cut a check real n***a credit card fraud yeah he was cap

Capping

I know you n***as be capping

I hit the switch on you tapping

Two type of n***as the n***as that watch and the n***as that go make it happen

I don't look up to no rappers

I ain't been talking no trapping

I've been investing just chose up a check it's ten million and that was on test

Woo I'm just turning up

When it's beef s**t I can't sleep that s**t be burning me up

Front of Louis V right on Rodeo I pull up and Dawn on the truck

What's a hundred to me

Give that s**t to my homie and tell him go run that s**t up

N***as can't f**k with the gang

Big FN on me hang

Yeah Northside Southside s**t

N***a I ain't tripping out 'bout no b***h

I make the Maybach bounce got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my d**k

N***as want internet clout tell 'em spin on his house I don't really wanna talk 'bout s**t

Yeah Northside Southside s**t

Yeah Northside Southside s**t

My n***as got bricks for cheapers n***as got bits and pieces

Yeah

N***as just showing their weakness man they just quit the weakest

Yeah

Never no problem sleeping Hollow just squish them leeches

Yeah make it a scary movie p***y get trick or treated

Don't know what's up in it he doesn't know Hollowman's tapping it

Yeah upping them out and they b***h on my left how did he pattern it

Yeah nobody's clapping it

I put my back in it

Yeah I got the strap parked up wrapping the rag on it

Yeah Southside s**t

N***as all working outside shifts

N***as get melt with drive-by clips

You never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks

Yeah bounce that b***h

P***y smells like fish

H got them Sheek Styles like Kiss

Yeah who's to be tested

H truth to be destined

Yeah man get run over vroom-vroom who's the pedestrian

Yeah just got a new strap boom-boom shoot it for testing

Yeah f**k the domestics man just move to a next ting

Northside Southside s**t

N***a I ain't tripping out 'bout no b***h

I make the Maybach bounce got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my d**k

N***as want internet clout tell 'em spin on his house I don't really wanna talk 'bout s**t

Yeah Northside Southside s**t

Yeah Northside Southside s**t