NorthSide/SouthSide
Give me a couple hundred thousands
So I can ball right
Bad bitch wear that wrap so tight
To get her form right
When I was down and out
You ain't call her right
Now I ride around in foreigns
Looking like a lick on sight
See a opp
Imma have to blast that nigga on sight
Shoot with my left hand
Might have to use my right
Go and pop that ass girl
You don't need no hype
Funny nigga like I'm Urkel
I got two sides
Fucking too many
Fucking too many bitches
I think I got two wives
Nigga ran up
Nigga ran up on me
Got shot two times
Nigga working in the trap
Served two lines
Nigga wanted a thirty
Got two fives
Mama told me stay off the block
And don't do no crime
I ain't do no time
With them pros on the road
All I did was shine
With the pack in the air
Got my seat reclined
We was in Minnesota
Shawty scared as fuck
I was in the county jail
I was sitting up
Had a few pieces on me
But it ain't enough
Had a badie in the telly
Yea she fine as fuck
Did what I did for the bread
Well tie you up
Well tie you up
Pull up on your block
Well fire you up
If you try to hide
Well find you cuz
Never lacking on the block
What's cracking cuz
And I'm rolling on
And I'm rolling in club
In the back with thugs
And I got a couple shooters
If you acting tuff
And I'm never tucking ice
Cause I'm iced up
I'm freddy kuger in your dreams
I'm a nightmare
Bitch imma break your face
Just with my pelvis area
Deep throat my dick
Please dont come up for air
You a thot bitch
You can't come over to my lair
Let me get my gear
Let me get
Let me
Let me get my gear
Louie bag
China cup
And scale
Wanna three five
Take off five just for spare
I'm dirt bag nigga
I don't know from where
Southside nigga
All I know I was born there
Wasn't born rich
Pull up in your town
Might take your chick
Pull with them sticks
My drake your clip
Don't stop shooting until you empty it
Sorry had to take it there
Cartier vision
So my vision clear
Can't stop switching
Switching different pairs
And I keep on pimping
Keep a bitch up in the kitchen
Hugging on my smithen
Gotta go complete the mission
Never moving pivot
But I keep switching positions
Keep on stacking digits
Til it's bussing out the ceiling
Pull up in the drop top
No ceiling
So I can ball right
Bad bitch wear that wrap so tight
To get her form right
When I was down and out
You ain't call her right
Now I ride around in foreigns
Looking like a lick on sight
See a opp
Imma have to blast that nigga on sight
Shoot with my left hand
Might have to use my right
Go and pop that ass girl
You don't need no hype
Funny nigga like I'm Urkel
I got two sides
Fucking too many
Fucking too many bitches
I think I got two wives
Nigga ran up
Nigga ran up on me
Got shot two times
Nigga working in the trap
Served two lines
Nigga wanted a thirty
Got two fives
Mama told me stay off the block
And don't do no crime
I ain't do no time
With them pros on the road
All I did was shine
With the pack in the air
Got my seat reclined
We was in Minnesota
Shawty scared as fuck
I was in the county jail
I was sitting up
Had a few pieces on me
But it ain't enough
Had a badie in the telly
Yea she fine as fuck
Did what I did for the bread
Well tie you up
Well tie you up
Pull up on your block
Well fire you up
If you try to hide
Well find you cuz
Never lacking on the block
What's cracking cuz
And I'm rolling on
And I'm rolling in club
In the back with thugs
And I got a couple shooters
If you acting tuff
And I'm never tucking ice
Cause I'm iced up
I'm freddy kuger in your dreams
I'm a nightmare
Bitch imma break your face
Just with my pelvis area
Deep throat my dick
Please dont come up for air
You a thot bitch
You can't come over to my lair
Let me get my gear
Let me get
Let me
Let me get my gear
Louie bag
China cup
And scale
Wanna three five
Take off five just for spare
I'm dirt bag nigga
I don't know from where
Southside nigga
All I know I was born there
Wasn't born rich
Pull up in your town
Might take your chick
Pull with them sticks
My drake your clip
Don't stop shooting until you empty it
Sorry had to take it there
Cartier vision
So my vision clear
Can't stop switching
Switching different pairs
And I keep on pimping
Keep a bitch up in the kitchen
Hugging on my smithen
Gotta go complete the mission
Never moving pivot
But I keep switching positions
Keep on stacking digits
Til it's bussing out the ceiling
Pull up in the drop top
No ceiling
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Writer(s): Anthony Parchment
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