This Side (feat. YG)

Aye, Borja Aye Fuck it up (Jaja), fuck it up, fuck it Its YG, four hunnid I swear this not my section, yeah (fuck it up, ay!) Whether them like or them no like, uh (fuck it up, fuck it up, ay!) This year, we dey give them high tension (fuck it up, ay! Fuck it up) And I'ma tag man like wristband (where you from? Fuck it up, ay!) You know my style, I be high tension And now my name, them a try mention Me ting dem na'ave license, yeah (ay) Me boy a strapped with the silencer (West side!) Magazine with the extension Send him to another dimension (ooh, ooh, ooh) Don't no man fi bite me dawg Might leave in a body bag (in a body bag) From this side, this side, this side This side, this side, this side From the motherland to the motherfucking motherland Deuce-deuce, deuce-five, and a Mac 11 Them 2-2-3 shells send yo ass to heaven I got a bag, that's the only thing I'm telling You ain't really gangta, I can tell you be yellin', ay The Glock got kick like FIFA The Glock and Nina, and it make you do the Macarena On this side, the Glock, now you probably need it On this side, we fucking hoes named Taiquita, ay Body bags on body bags, ay Whack ya whole hood out on the wall Twisting up my fingers, put 'em all in ya face Shoot out in broad day, we play too much GTA You bombaclots know that I don't play (bombaclots) You bombaclots, she need in here (bombaclots) You bombaclots ain't got no bank (bombaclots) On yo' side, is yellow tape From this side, this side, this side This side, this side, this side Yeah, you know my style e be- Why e be, parental advice e be My guys them be Shatta Movement for life you see Walahi, I say go die for my guys I say My life, e be real life no be lies you see, yeah Don't pair with no waste man My people don make am Bare grips, man a try, try, try You know my style, I be high tension And now my name them a try mention Me ting dem na'ave no license, yeah (ay) Me boy a strapped with the silencer (West side!) Magazine with the extension Send him to another dimension (ooh, ooh, ooh) Don't no man fi bite me dawg Might leave in a body bag (in a body bag) You know my style, I be high tension And now my name them a try mention (ay) Me ting dem na'ave no license, yeah (ay) Me boy a strapped with the silencer (ay) Magazine with the extension Send him to another dimension Don't no man fi bite me dawg Might leave in a body bag From this side, this side, this side This side, this side, this side Yeah, from this side, this side, this side This side, this side, this side (four hunnid!) Yeah, from this side, this side, this side This side, this side, this side