Northside Southside (feat. Giggs)

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah (Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo) Yeah, yeah Yeah [Verse 1: Meek Mill] 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 niggas that's fans of me No kizzy I don't know why these lil' niggas be playing with me Murder for murder, they ain't understanding me Take one of mine, that shit end with your family Perkies, thirties, young niggas 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 wе probably going to Hell any minute He nеver been on a mission, I see in his eyes, I can tell if he bitching 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 Niggas been busting them U-eys, I'll never forget it, I ain't take a L in a minute You a bitch, 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, nigga, you will be a pack Cut a check, real nigga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap Capping I know you niggas be capping I hit the switch on you, tapping Two type of niggas, the niggas that watch and the niggas 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, shit, I can't sleep, that shit 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 shit to my homie and tell him go run that shit up Niggas can't fuck with the gang Big FN on me hang [Chorus: Meek Mill] Yeah, Northside, Southside shit Nigga, I ain't tripping out 'bout no bitch I make the Maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my dick Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit Yeah, Northside, Southside shit Yeah, Northside, Southside shit [Verse 2: Giggs] My niggas got bricks for cheapers, niggas got bits and pieces (Yeah) Niggas 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, pussy, 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 bitch 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 shit Niggas all working outside shifts Niggas get melt with drive-by clips You never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks Yeah, bounce that bitch Pussy 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, fuck the domestics, man just move to a next ting [Chorus: Meek Mill] Northside, Southside shit Nigga, I ain't tripping out 'bout no bitch I make the Maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my dick Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit Yeah, Northside, Southside shit Yeah, Northside, Southside shit