NORTH 2 SOUTH ft. Tay Ban$ Lyrics

(Glah Glah Glah)

(Bring me closer to the drop)

(Uh B GANG Glah Glah)

Uh B Gang uh B gang Uh glah

(Look uh First take, I always tell her she random bitch

We from the north and i tote a lil pole lil bitch dont)

UH UH UH UH

I always tell her she random uh

We from the north and i tote a lil pole

Lil bitch dont call me santa (nah)

This casamigos all up in my cup

Lil bro po lean in fanta uh

Dont mix it

Never switch on ya bro for no bitches (nah)

Always keep you a pole aint no slipping

If a nigga run up start glitching (glah)

Get missing (glah)

Try to rap about bottles and bitches (facts)

Cause we know that you aint from

The trenches (uh uh)

I dont want her she getting defensive (uh uh)

And we riding wit blicks

If a nigga run up he gone see

Im wit all the defenders like uh (like what)

Like

And they gone R I P in his mentions

Cant trust these niggas they police (police)

These niggas blocking the wave like a goalie

I cant leave my baby girl lonely uh

So im up in traffic and i got it on me

I give em the beats like seanny uh

I could em off cause she think she gone bomb me

The perc make me move like a zombie uh

Perc make me move like a zombie

Im smoking za sipping dusse (dusse)

Not at the moment i was when i wrote it

She told me she want me to stroke it uh

Met the first day and she want me to poke it

The coupe all blu on some loc shit uh

Said im wit sheep but i be on some goat shit

Hop on the beat and i float it uh

Bang on a nigga like jokic uh

I was flexing aint know if you notice (uh)

I be spitting this shit like a poet

All of these niggas like paper they folding (facts)

They been waiting on me but im loading

I Put her back in her bag now she glowing (glowing)

You run up on my v then im throwing (glah)

I dont reply on the net niggas trolling

I just beat it she told me i own it

Bae that's my pussy

You know that I own it

You don't need to face me

Just turn around and throw it (yea)

I'm up in Cali with packs

Send a few out to bgang

I know he in NY with motion

I mix the yea

I mix the wocky

My favorite potion (drink)

Aint real designer that shit

You where bogus

I vlone the body

Burberry the loafers (facts)

Uh don't trust nobody

He fake I can scope it (uh uh)

She wanna ride wit me

Think I'm the dopest

If I think she lying

I pull this bitch over (skrt)

Movie still gotta ride (movie)

With my tooly (tooly)

All of this cash

I ain't work for to lose

I got all these fucking

Bankrolls on me

Aye you ain't tryna spend

Dont call me might fly to

New York in the morning (aye)

BB Simon wit timbs on me

Pass the Glock on the block

And I'm on it aye

D&g wit a Tom ford tee

Spend a bag on designer I blow it

Aye get cash everyday I do it

(I do it)

Yea you got ass don't mean

I'll throw (won't throw it

Soon asWe hop out the V

Where the blowers?

(Where they at)

Is you tweaking?

All these racks

I got in my pocket aye

I made this shit in a weekend

I throw her one

And she turn to a freak

Aye baby

This gang no tricking

Bounce out don't play we blicking

Aye 850 my feet I kick it aye

(I kick it, I kick it, I kick it)

(850 my feet I kick it, bans)

(Aye Baby this gang no tricking aye)

(B gang, b gang)