Northside Southside

[Intro: Meek Mill]

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 dog got them tickies from 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 donut 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