[Part I]

[Intro: Kingpin Skinny Pimp & Scrim]

You did good, $lick

We shoot them bi- up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating

We shoot them bi- up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating

Oh-hoo

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We shoot them bi- up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We shoot them bi- up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We shoot them bi- up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We shoot them bi- up and by next week I'm back out trick or treating

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Scrim]

Yeah, step the fuck up, bringing that thunder

With my gunners, better take cover

Pull up, fuck discrete (Discrete)

Ride with the whole fleet (Yeah)

Shoot up the whole street (Yeah)

Fuck it I'm too deep (Yeah, yeah)

All my guns just G-LOCK, ain't no safety (Damn, damn)

My mama gave birth to Satan, no mistaking (Damn, damn)

All my habits gonna chauffeur me to my casket (Damn, damn)

Savage grippin' that fucking full metal jacket (Yeah)

Man, shoot that bitch (Yuh, yuh)

Shoot that bitch again (Yuh)

(Yuh, yuh)

Got that heat, pull it out the bag like it's trick-or-treat

Blow his high, blow his fucking mind, fuckboy R.I.P (Oh-hoo)

T-I-T-T-Y B-A-B-Y smoking vanilla sky (Yeah)

W-E, double the T, O, you can bet your bitch been by (By, by)

T-O double M, Y, cruising that five with my lil' boy $lim (Grey)

S-C-R-I-M, bitch, I'm him, crowned the king of hymns

200K on a Benz and it got no tint, so you bitches know it's me (North, north)

I'm gettin' head from a bitch and this my revenge from when she ain't notice me (North, north)

Every day I get a call from my boy Kyle, talking 'bout more Ms, more Ms (What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?)

Coming in, coming in, doubling, tripling, stock price dividends, I ain't got time to spend

Yeah (Ayy), these motherfuckers hate that I ain't struggling (Oh)

If I was dead, the same ones hating claim, "We loved him" (Oh)

Rather me OD'd like the rest and boxed the fuck up (Oh)

"Scrim, man, use your deep voice," shut the fuck up

[Pre-Chorus: (?) & Scrim]

Pullin' in a drop top thru the northside ho

(Ayy) No-northside, ayy

Pullin' in a drop top thru the northside ho

(Ayy) No-northside, ayy

Pullin' in a drop top thru the northside ho

(Ayy) No-northside, ayy

Pullin' in a drop top thru the northside ho

(Ayy) No-northside, ayy

[Chorus: Scrim]

Northside, northside who I be (Ayy)

Northside, northside who I be (Ayy)

Northside, northside who I be (Ayy)

Northside, northside who I be (Ayy)

Northside, northside

[Verse 2: Scrim]

I'm from the N

Northside, 985, blow a O

Smoke my opps, when they die, rated R

Shit that bitch did in my car, black T

Hide my face with the ski, shooting H

Fuckin' numb to the face, red S

On my motherfuckin' chest you know I

Think I'm Superman when high, give her that D

I-C-K when she off that motherfucking E

[Chorus: Scrim]

(Ayy)

Northside, northside who I (Ayy)

Northside, northside who I (Ayy)

Northside, northside who I (Ayy)

Northside, northside who I, ay—

[Outro: Scrim]

We ain't done, motherfucker

(Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)

(It's Lil Wetto, Indiana City boy, mane)

(Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)

We got one more fuckin' noise

(Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em)

[Part II]

[Intro: Scrim]

(Northside, motherfucker)

North, north

You did good, Slick

North, north (Ayy)

It's a Smash

North, north, north (Ayy)

North, north, north, north (Ayy)

North, north, north (Ayy), north (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Scrim]

Pull up with the stick in the trunk (Trunk)

Runnin' 'round smellin' like funk (Funk)

Duckin', I'm off of that junk (Dope)

Baddest bitch up in the front (Uh-oh)

Got my whip slidin' on blades (Agh)

Run through the North like a maze (Agh)

Ride with the gang like parades (Agh)

Wetto been sicker than AIDS (Agh)

Motherfuckers know that when I say go

I mean it right now, not a minute (Go, go, go)

Switchin' up my image, I'ma push it to the limit

Cookin' boys like a motherfuckin' skillet

You don't want a visit, have them killers punch your ticket

Have 'em shootin' 'til the whole clip finished

Hoes want Slick, yeah they all dick sick, every bitch I hit like a pin-up (Oh)

[Bridge: Scrim]

Hol' up, yeah, hol' up, yeah

Hol' up yeah

Yeah, what?

Hol' up, yeah, okay

Okay, okay

Go

Woo-hoo

[Verse 2: Scrim & Brad Dourif]

Don't know what I'm smokin' on but this shit deadly (Yeah, yeah)

All these broke boys smoking Mojo mixed with Reggie (What? What?)

I'm in that you can't see me, bitch, and you won't catch me (Ayy, fool)

Spent two-fifty on my diamonds just for flexing (Fuckboy)

Got that plug up on that drank like I'm from Texas (Ayy, ayy)

Back to my diamonds, I just bought it, not to wear it (Yee, yee)

I can't spend money fast enough, shit gettin' scary (Scary, scary)

I'm that ghost that haunt your dreams, that Bloody Mary (Yeah, yeah)

I'm that fiend

Killer of dreams

Pushing that buggy, uh (Oh)

Bitches wanna fuck me, might let her touch me if she lucky (Oh)

Bust out the blade, I go insane, laughing like Chucky (Oh)

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Fuck what they say, I'll push in they lane and make myself comfy, uh

[Outro: Lil Syl, Triggerman & Scrim]

North, north, north, north (Ayy)

Ridin' in the car with body in the trunk

Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun

North, north, north, north (Ayy)

Ridin' in the car with body in the trunk

Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun

North, north, north, north (Ayy)

Ridin' in the car with body in the trunk

Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be fun

North, north, north, north (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Lock 'em in the-

Lock 'em in the-

Lock 'em in the-

Lock 'em in the-

Lock 'em in the trunk, yeah, that should be-