You did good $lick
(Ooh ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Northside, Northside)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Northside, Northside)
Ayy
Rolling with them animals like Noah's Ark (wah)
Bitch I got the blade like I'm Joan of Arc (yah)
Crazy with the chop when I'm off a bar (ayy)
Spraying in the air hollering kill 'em all (wah)
Slick baby off of that shit (ah)
Devil from outta that pit (ah)
Levels to this I been sick (ah)
Fuck it up, up in the pit (ah)
Yeah, yeah (Northside, Northside)
I been popping pills and sipping drop (Northside)
I spent 20 years up on that block (Northside, Northside)
Beating on my chest I feel like Kong (Northside, Northside)
Let me talk my shit it's been too long (Northside, Northside) (ayy)
Yeah, uh, rr
Plugged in like a socket (wah)
Up in space like a rocket (yeah)
Glock tucked in my pocket (ah)
Choppa here it got bodies (wah)
Bought that bitch a new body (yeah)
Crib came with a lobby (ayy)
Rappers know I'm their papi (wah)
Sipping drank and rolling slow, my bitch powder her nose (powder her nose)
Haters mad and want me sad but my net worth said no (no, no, no, no)
Mad cuz they still broke (wah), mad I kicked that dope (dope)
Ten toes, Germ my folk (folk), it's your time gang go (go, go, go)
First off I'm that nigga
Step in take my picture (ayy)
Grey59 the army
Walking deadman bitch this thriller (ayy)
I been ducked and ducking, puffin onions
Bitches stank ain't munchin' nothing
I been around still can't call it for nothing
These niggas still bluffing, these zooties I'm puffin
Started off giving no fucks a lot (nah)
Watch me hop in and out keeping it hot (hot)
Rocks in the dial bussing Kodak bop (bop)
Get higher than the moon and stars a lot (a lot)
Stones and the rubies they bussing like fire
Crosshairs on my mind can't seem to take me out
Hold up she on my line gimme some time
I can't get away, no time to unwind
Uh, hello?
Slidin', I'm in my own lane (lane)
Slidin' in and out of dames
Slidin', never needed fame
Slidin', you ain't even paid
Slidin', still don't hold weight
Another homicide, another homie died
Another subject you couldn't relate too
I been out roaming long time losing my mind
I think I just had me a breakthrough, hate you
59, bring da business
59 shots my ammunition (yeah)
59, we draped in linen
59, might toss you some pennies (yeah)
Never looking back (yeah)
Do my best to cover my tracks (yeah)
Feeding the monkey that's climbing my spine
And in return my itches always get scratched (uh)
Never again have to wait in a line
But I wait for the lines to get formed out the sack (oh)
Fucking a different bitch every night (uh)
But I'd rather get fucked up and pass out
Platinum plaques (oh), stadiums packed (oh)
Stacking up racks (oh), hoes on my lap (oh)
Don't give a fuck, I need to know where my stash at (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Losing my mind, wasting my time
Ain't doing fine, hating my life
Ah, fuck
Wear my heart on my sleeve, but it ain't Balenciaga
Prolly FTP or G59 or something by Ariaga (yeah, yeah)
Bought some Prada boots just to curb stomp me a p***y (f******u, p***y)
Why they always looking at me?
'Cause they see what they never could be
Oddy Nuff stay on alert
Yeah she pulling up her skirt, and then I skirt
Avoid the swell but I still fucking surf (uh)
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BUCKHEAD - $uicideBoy$ and Germ
