[00:00.00] 作词 : Robert Williams/Nathaniel Thompson/Ron LaTour/Mark Läpple
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Robert Williams/Nathaniel Thompson/Ron LaTour/Mark Läpple
[00:00.0][Intro: Meek Mill]
[00:01.2]Yeah, yeah
[00:02.85]Yeah, yeah (Shoot through your car door, shoutout to Cardo)
[00:04.44]Yeah, yeah
[00:05.45]Yeah
[00:05.90][Verse 1: Meek Mill]
[00:06.22]Yeah, look on the 'net and they talkin' 'bout bannin' me
[00:09.60]Just left the dealer, I told him to Phantom me
[00:11.27]I cannot be with no niggas that's fans of me
[00:13.4]No kizzy
[00:13.99]I don't know why these lil' niggas be playing with me
[00:16.19]Murder for murder, they ain't understanding me
[00:17.90]Take one of mine, that shit end with your family
[00:20.0]Perkies, thirties, young niggas shooting like Currys
[00:23.44]Walking in the club, no searching
[00:25.13]Whack him for a check, yessirski
[00:26.54]Spinning, sinning
[00:28.43]Sinning, winning
[00:30.25]I know the way that we living that we probably going to Hell any minute
[00:33.85]He never been on a mission, I see in his eyes, I can tell if he bitching
[00:36.51]Treat him like Trey, get out the car, I know they gon' tell if he did it
[00:39.81]My got them tickies for selling them brickies, but he ain't made the cell in a minute
[00:42.84]Niggas been busting them U-eys, I'll never forget it, I ain't take a L in a minute
[00:46.48]You a bitch, he a rat, he a fraud, on the 'Gram like he was that
[00:49.30]Baby mama, she a groupie, in the Lamb', swerving with me eating gat
[00:52.77]Big dog, real boss, make a call, nigga, you will be a pack
[00:55.97]Cut a check, real nigga, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
[00:59.42]Capping
[01:00.25]I know you niggas be capping
[01:01.68]I hit the switch on you, tapping
[01:03.58]Two type of niggas, the niggas that watch and the niggas that go make it happen
[01:07.13]I don't look up to no rappers
[01:08.71]I ain't been talking no trapping
[01:10.29]I've been investing, just chose up a check, it's ten million, and that was on test
[01:13.47]Woo, I'm just turning up
[01:15.57]When it's beef, shit, I can't sleep, that shit be burning me up
[01:18.76]Front of Louis V, right on Rodeo, I pull up and Dawn on the truck
[01:22.20]What's a hundred to me? Give that shit to my homie and tell him go run that shit up
[01:26.66]Niggas can't **** with the gang
[01:28.5]Big FN on me hang
[01:28.59][Chorus: Meek Mill]
[01:28.87]Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
[01:31.39]Nigga, I ain't tripping out 'bout no bitch
[01:32.92]I make the Maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my dick
[01:36.25]Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spit on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
[01:39.39]Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
[01:41.19]Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
[01:42.26][Verse 2: Giggs]
[01:42.59]My niggas got bricks for cheapers, niggas got bits and pieces (Yeah)
[01:46.73]Niggas just showing their weakness, man, they just quit, the weakest (Yeah)
[01:49.87]Never no problem sleeping, Hollow just squish them leeches
[01:53.11]Yeah, look like a scary movie, pussy, get trick or treated
[01:56.43]Don't know what's up in it, he doesn't know, Hollowman's tapping it
[01:59.90]Yeah, upping them out and they bitch on my left, how did he pattern it?
[02:02.83]Yeah, nobody's clapping it
[02:04.86]I put my back in it
[02:06.82]Yeah, I got the strap, pop top, wrapping the rag on it
[02:09.91]Yeah, Southside shit
[02:11.28]Niggas all working outside shifts
[02:12.88]Niggas get melt with drive-by clips
[02:14.54]You never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
[02:16.25]Yeah, bounce that bitch
[02:17.87]Pussy smells like fish
[02:19.57]H got them, shit, stars like KISS
[02:23.0]Yeah, who's to be tested?
[02:24.86]H, truth to be destined
[02:26.51]Yeah, man get run over, vroom-vroom, who's the pedestrian?
[02:30.33]Yeah, just got a new strap, boom-boom, shoot it for testing
[02:33.3]Yeah, **** the domestics, man just move to the next ting
[02:36.6][Chorus: Meek Mill]
[02:36.31]Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
[02:38.0]Nigga, I ain't tripping out 'bout no bitch
[02:39.58]I make the Maybach bounce, got shorty going up in the trap while she ride my dick
[02:42.84]Niggas want internet clout, tell 'em spit on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
[02:46.3]Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
[02:47.78]Yeah, Northside, Southside shit

作词 : Robert Williams/Nathaniel Thompson/Ron LaTour/Mark Läpple
作曲 : Robert Williams/Nathaniel Thompson/Ron LaTour/Mark Läpple
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, yessirski
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 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 **** 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 spit 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 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, look like 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, pop top, 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, shit, 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, **** the domestics, man just move to the next ting
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 spit on his house, I don't really wanna talk 'bout shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit