Brandon Blanco
Wooooooo hoooooooo
Wooooooo
NORTHSIDE
Uh, here comes the pain
I'm in Helmut Lang
I'm off Saks Fifth, browsing Alexander Wayne
Shop for the low price, but what I cop
You can't pronounce or name
But you just know it's mo' fire, Carter 2 Wayne
I got these jeans for a deal
But I step with the same gang
For soldier, put the cig to your face and I let it bang
We came up off the block slingin' white just to maintain
And I hug the 380 at night, it's my main thing
Wake, wake up to a bag
Plays on that Yao Ming
Call it that Connie Sun, China White
All D, squared steppin' in your area
A.R.P. with the switch, causing mass hysteria
Dirty niggas ratting, I get rid of the bacteria
Six will have to carry ya
That snitchin' shit deadly like malaria
Listen, dawg, pop up at the wake
To make sure he ain't passin' symptoms off
One snap of the finger, then I'm hittin' off
Everyone catch it like Frank Balitnikoff
Shots from the biggest boss
All hail North Chris, lord of the fentanyl
Northside
Woooooo
Porter
Dammit
Yeah, Jeff, we will
Alright, when we call pass plays, block
No, he's callin' flames
He's callin' flames, I will sit down
Don't quit y'all
No, we're cool, y'all
No, he's doin' it
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Brandon Blanco
Wooooooo hoooooooo
Wooooooo
NORTHSIDE
Uh, here comes the pain
I'm in Helmut Lang
I'm off Saks Fifth, browsing Alexander Wayne
Shop for the low price, but what I cop
You can't pronounce or name
But you just know it's mo' fire, Carter 2 Wayne
I got these jeans for a deal
But I step with the same gang
For soldier, put the cig to your face and I let it bang
We came up off the block slingin' white just to maintain
And I hug the 380 at night, it's my main thing
Wake, wake up to a bag
Plays on that Yao Ming
Call it that Connie Sun, China White
All D, squared steppin' in your area
A.R.P. with the switch, causing mass hysteria
Dirty niggas ratting, I get rid of the bacteria
Six will have to carry ya
That snitchin' shit deadly like malaria
Listen, dawg, pop up at the wake
To make sure he ain't passin' symptoms off
One snap of the finger, then I'm hittin' off
Everyone catch it like Frank Balitnikoff
Shots from the biggest boss
All hail North Chris, lord of the fentanyl
Northside
Woooooo
Porter
Dammit
Yeah, Jeff, we will
Alright, when we call pass plays, block
No, he's callin' flames
He's callin' flames, I will sit down
Don't quit y'all
No, we're cool, y'all
No, he's doin' it
Wooooooo hoooooooo
Wooooooo
NORTHSIDE
Uh, here comes the pain
I'm in Helmut Lang
I'm off Saks Fifth, browsing Alexander Wayne
Shop for the low price, but what I cop
You can't pronounce or name
But you just know it's mo' fire, Carter 2 Wayne
I got these jeans for a deal
But I step with the same gang
For soldier, put the cig to your face and I let it bang
We came up off the block slingin' white just to maintain
And I hug the 380 at night, it's my main thing
Wake, wake up to a bag
Plays on that Yao Ming
Call it that Connie Sun, China White
All D, squared steppin' in your area
A.R.P. with the switch, causing mass hysteria
Dirty niggas ratting, I get rid of the bacteria
Six will have to carry ya
That snitchin' shit deadly like malaria
Listen, dawg, pop up at the wake
To make sure he ain't passin' symptoms off
One snap of the finger, then I'm hittin' off
Everyone catch it like Frank Balitnikoff
Shots from the biggest boss
All hail North Chris, lord of the fentanyl
Northside
Woooooo
Porter
Dammit
Yeah, Jeff, we will
Alright, when we call pass plays, block
No, he's callin' flames
He's callin' flames, I will sit down
Don't quit y'all
No, we're cool, y'all
No, he's doin' it
Writer: Christopher Brown
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