[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 n***as that's fans of me
No kizzy
I don't know why these lil' n***as 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 n***as 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
N***as 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, n***a, you will be a pack
Cut a check, real n***a, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap
Capping
I know you n***as be capping
I hit the switch on you, tapping
Two type of n***as, the n***as that watch and the n***as 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
N***as can't fuck with the gang
Big FN on me hang
[Chorus: Meek Mill]
Yeah, Northside, Southside shit
N***a, 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
N***as 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 n***as got bricks for cheapers, n***as got bits and pieces (Yeah)
N***as 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
N***as all working outside shifts
N***as 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
N***a, 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
N***as 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