Lyrics This Side - YG , Burna Boy

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