[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 ni**as that's fans of me No kizzy I don't know why these lil' ni**as 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**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 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 ni**as 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, ni**a, you will be a pack Cut a check, real ni**a, credit card fraud, yeah, he was cap Capping I know you ni**as be capping I hit the switch on you, tapping Two type of ni**as, the ni**as that watch and the ni**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, 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 ni**as can't fu*k with the gang Big FN on me hang [Chorus: Meek Mill] Yeah, Northside, Southside sh*t ni**a, 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 dick ni**as 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 [Verse 2: Giggs] My ni**as got bricks for cheapers, ni**as got bits and pieces (Yeah) ni**as 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, 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 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 ni**as all working outside shifts ni**as get melt with drive-by clips You never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks Yeah, bounce that b*tch Pussy 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, fu*k the domestics, man just move to a next ting [Chorus: Meek Mill] Northside, Southside sh*t ni**a, 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 dick ni**as 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