เนื้อเพลง Northside Southside - Meek Mill
เนื้อเพลง Northside Southside
[Meek Mill:]
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*ggas that's fans of me
No kizzy
I don't know why these lil' n*ggas be playing with me
Murder for murder, they ain't understanding me
Take one of mine, that sh*t end with your family
Perkies, thirties, young n*ggas 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 we probably going to Hell any minute
He never been on a mission, I see in his eyes, I can tell if he b*tching
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
N*ggas been busting them U-eys, I'll never forget it, I ain't take a L in a minute
You a b*tch, 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, n*gga, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real n*gga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Capping
I know you n*ggas be capping
I hit the switch on you, tapping
Two type of n*ggas, the n*ggas that watch and the n*ggas 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, sh*t, I can't sleep, that sh*t 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 sh*t to my homie and tell him go run that sh*t up
N*ggas can't f*ck with the gang
Big FN on me hang
Yeah, Northside, Southside sh*t
N*gga, I ain't tripping out 'bout no b*tch
I make the Maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my d*ck
N*ggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout sh*t
Yeah, Northside, Southside sh*t
Yeah, Northside, Southside sh*t
[Giggs:]
My n*ggas got bricks for cheapers, n*ggas got bits and pieces (Yeah)
N*ggas just showing their weakness, man, they just quit, the weakest (Yeah)
Never no problem sleeping, Hollow just squish them leeches
Yeah, look at a scary movie, p*ssy, 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 b*tch on my left, how did he pattern it?
Yeah, nobody's clapping it
I put my back in it
Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrapping the rag on it
Yeah, Southside sh*t
N*ggas all working outside shifts
N*ggas get melt with drive-by clips
You never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that b*tch
P*ssy smells like fish
H got them, sh*t, stars 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, f*ck the domestics, man just move to a next ting
[Meek Mill:]
Northside, Southside sh*t
N*gga, I ain't tripping out 'bout no b*tch
I make the Maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my d*ck
N*ggas want internet clout, tell 'em spin on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout sh*t
Yeah, Northside, Southside sh*t
Yeah, Northside, Southside sh*t