Northside Southside (feat. Giggs)
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- that's fans of me, no kizzy (no kizzy)
I don't know why these lil' n- be playin' with me
Murder for murder, they ain't understandin' me
Touch one of mine, that s- end with your family (brrt)
30s, young n- shootin' like Currys
Walkin' in the club, no searchies
Whack him for a check, yessirski
Spinnin' (spinnin'), sinnin'(sinnin')
Sinnin' (sinnin'), winnin' (winnin')
I know the way that we livin' that
We probably goin' to H- any minute
He never been on a mission
I see in his eyes, I can tell if he b- (I can tell)
Treat him like Trey
Get out the car, I know they gon' tell if he did it
My dawg got them tickies for sellin' them brickies
But he ain't make a sale in a minute
N- been bustin' them U-eys, I'll never forget it
I ain't take a L in a minute
You a b-, he a rat, he a fraud
On the 'Gram like he was that (fraud)
Baby mom, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swervin' with me eatin' gat
Big dog, real boss, make a call, n-, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real n-, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Cappin', I know you n- be cappin' (that's cap)
I hit the switch on you, tappin' (tap)
Two type of n-, the n- that watch
And the n- that go make it happen (woo)
I don't look up to no rappers (I don't)
I ain't been talkin' no trappin' (I won't)
I've been investin', them shells up a check
It's ten million, and that was on taxes (woo)
I'm just turnin' up (I'm just turnin' it)
When it's beef, s-, I can't sleep
That s-be burnin' me up (s- be burnin' me)
Front of Louis V, right on Rodeo
I pull up and donut the truck (skrrt-skrrt)
What's a hundred to me?
Give that s- to my homie and tell him go run that s- up (yeah)
N- can't f- with the gang (they can't)
Big FN on me hang (evident, evident)
Yeah, Northside, Southside s-
N-, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no b-
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my d-
N- want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout s-
Yeah, Northside, Southside s-
Yeah, Northside, Southside s-
My n- got bricks for cheapest
N- got bits and pieces (yeah)
N- just showin' their weakness
Man, they just quit, the weakest (yeah)
Never no problem sleepin', Hollow just squish them leeches
Yeah, look at a scary movie, p-, get trick or treated
Donnie, what's happenin'? He doesn't know
Hollowman's tappin' it
Yeah, uppin' them out and they
B- on my left, how did he pattern it?
Yeah, nobody's clappin' it
I put my back in it
Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrappin' the rag on it (hmm)
Yeah, Southside s-
N- all workin' outside shifts
N- get melt with drive-by clips
You'll never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that b-
P- smells like fish
H got them, shit, stars like Kiss
Yeah, who's to be tested?
Hey, it's true to be destined
Yeah, man get run over, vroom-vroom, who's the pedestrian? (Yeah)
Yeah, just got a new strap, boom-boom, shoot it for testin'
Yeah, f- the domestics, man just move to a next ting
Northside, Southside s-
N-, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no b-
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my d-
N- want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout s-
Yeah, Northside, Southside s-
Yeah, Northside, Southside s-
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- that's fans of me, no kizzy (no kizzy)
I don't know why these lil' n- be playin' with me
Murder for murder, they ain't understandin' me
Touch one of mine, that s- end with your family (brrt)
30s, young n- shootin' like Currys
Walkin' in the club, no searchies
Whack him for a check, yessirski
Spinnin' (spinnin'), sinnin'(sinnin')
Sinnin' (sinnin'), winnin' (winnin')
I know the way that we livin' that
We probably goin' to H- any minute
He never been on a mission
I see in his eyes, I can tell if he b- (I can tell)
Treat him like Trey
Get out the car, I know they gon' tell if he did it
My dawg got them tickies for sellin' them brickies
But he ain't make a sale in a minute
N- been bustin' them U-eys, I'll never forget it
I ain't take a L in a minute
You a b-, he a rat, he a fraud
On the 'Gram like he was that (fraud)
Baby mom, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swervin' with me eatin' gat
Big dog, real boss, make a call, n-, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real n-, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Cappin', I know you n- be cappin' (that's cap)
I hit the switch on you, tappin' (tap)
Two type of n-, the n- that watch
And the n- that go make it happen (woo)
I don't look up to no rappers (I don't)
I ain't been talkin' no trappin' (I won't)
I've been investin', them shells up a check
It's ten million, and that was on taxes (woo)
I'm just turnin' up (I'm just turnin' it)
When it's beef, s-, I can't sleep
That s-be burnin' me up (s- be burnin' me)
Front of Louis V, right on Rodeo
I pull up and donut the truck (skrrt-skrrt)
What's a hundred to me?
Give that s- to my homie and tell him go run that s- up (yeah)
N- can't f- with the gang (they can't)
Big FN on me hang (evident, evident)
Yeah, Northside, Southside s-
N-, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no b-
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my d-
N- want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout s-
Yeah, Northside, Southside s-
Yeah, Northside, Southside s-
My n- got bricks for cheapest
N- got bits and pieces (yeah)
N- just showin' their weakness
Man, they just quit, the weakest (yeah)
Never no problem sleepin', Hollow just squish them leeches
Yeah, look at a scary movie, p-, get trick or treated
Donnie, what's happenin'? He doesn't know
Hollowman's tappin' it
Yeah, uppin' them out and they
B- on my left, how did he pattern it?
Yeah, nobody's clappin' it
I put my back in it
Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrappin' the rag on it (hmm)
Yeah, Southside s-
N- all workin' outside shifts
N- get melt with drive-by clips
You'll never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that b-
P- smells like fish
H got them, shit, stars like Kiss
Yeah, who's to be tested?
Hey, it's true to be destined
Yeah, man get run over, vroom-vroom, who's the pedestrian? (Yeah)
Yeah, just got a new strap, boom-boom, shoot it for testin'
Yeah, f- the domestics, man just move to a next ting
Northside, Southside s-
N-, I ain't trippin' out 'bout no b-
I make the Maybach bounce
Got shorty goin' up in the truck while she ride my d-
N- want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house
I don't really wanna talk 'bout s-
Yeah, Northside, Southside s-
Yeah, Northside, Southside s-
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Writer(s): Robert Williams, Nathaniel Alan Thompson, Ronald La Tour, Mark Lapple
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