Meek Mill, Giggs - Northside Southside lyrics
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Meek Mill, Giggs - Northside Southside lyrics]
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 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 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
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
My niggas got bricks for cheapers
Niggas got bit's 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
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
(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 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 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
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
My niggas got bricks for cheapers
Niggas got bit's 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
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