Northside Southside Lyrics by Meek Mill ft. Giggs is latest English song with music also given by EMKAY, Cardo. Northside Southside song lyrics are written by Giggs, Meek Mill.
Northside Southside Song Detail
| Song Name: | Northside Southside |
| Singer: | Meek Mill, Giggs |
| Composer: | EMKAY, Cardo |
| Lyrics by: | Giggs, Meek Mill |
Northside Southside Lyrics
Yeahh, yeahh
Yeahh, yeahh
(shoot through your car door
Shoutout to cardo)
Yeahh, yeahh
Yeahh
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 ni*gas that’s fans of me
No kizzy
I do not know why these lil’ ni*gas 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 ni*gas 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 bi*ching
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
Ni*gas been busting them u-eys
I will never forget it, I ain’t take a l in a minute
You a bi*ch, 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
Ni*ga, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real ni*ga
Credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Capping
I know you ni*gas be capping
I hit the switch on you, tapping
Two type of ni*gas, the ni*gas that watch
And the ni*gas that go make it happen
I do not look up to no rappers
I ain’t been talking no trapping
I have been investing, just chose up a check
It is ten million, and that was on test
Woo, I am just turning up
When it is beef, sh*t, I can not 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
Ni*gas can not fu*k with the gang
Big fn on me hang
Yeah, northside, southside sh*t
Ni*ga, I ain’t tripping out ’bout no bi*ch
I make the maybach bounce
Got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my di*k
Ni*gas want internet clout, tell ’em spin on his house
I do not really wanna talk ’bout sh*t
Yeah, northside, southside sh*t
Yeah, northside, southside sh*t
My ni*gas got bricks for cheapers
Ni*gas got bits and pieces (yeah)
Ni*gas 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
Pu*sy, get trick or treated
Don’t know what is up in it
He doesn’t know, hollowman’s tapping it
Yeah, upping them out and they bi*ch 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
Ni*gas all working outside shifts
Ni*gas get melt with drive-by clips
You never gon’ work them muay thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that bi*ch
Pu*sy smells like fish
H got them, sh*t, stars like kiss
Yeah, who is 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, fu*k the domestics
Man just move to a next ting
Northside, southside sh*t
Ni*ga, I ain’t tripping out ’bout no bi*ch
I make the maybach bounce
Got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my di*k
Ni*gas want internet clout
Tell ’em spin on his house
I do not really wanna talk ’bout sh*t
Yeah, northside, southside sh*t
Yeah, northside, southside sh*t