Side to Side by KANTIBUS

“Side to Side” (also known as “SDETSDE” or "$400k Habit") is a dark, rock-fused rap cut delivered by Harriet—whose deceptively sweet voice masks a ruthless hustle. Gritty guitars collide with trap undercurrents, and ominous synth notes build a tense, cinematic landscape. Lyrically, Harriet flaunts her high-stakes habit, muses on betrayals, and reminds anyone who crosses her to brace for repercussions. It’s a hard-hitting look into wealth, power, and survival—tied together by Harriet’s calm yet commanding presence, ensuring no listener leaves unshaken.

Lyrics:

[Verse]
Four-hundred-thousand-dollar-a-year habit (Mm)
When your back is to the wind, who you fear stabbin’? [Hush]
When your cut gets deeper and the tears gather
On a never-ending night, don’t let your fears shatter. [Soft exhale]
I had the slab up under the granite counter [Tsk]
The white lookin’ like clam chowder (Mmm)
It ain’t workin’, see my man countin’
Couple extra ones on my tip, and he ain’t found it [Heh]
He trusted my moves, but didn’t trust my muscle
Fucking over fools (Mm), he should’ve trusted my hustle
Smokin’ LA Confidential, still discussin’ trust issues [Low breath]
Me, my clique, and his bitch in a huddle [Hush]
5 star nights, New York, Highline
I know I said that I’d come, but it was my time [Soft grunt]
On the set (Mmm), you can never get the sideline
I’m too far past that in my lifetime (Heh)

[Chorus]
Ayy, ain’t nothin’ like comin’ up
Streetwise and runnin’ it
If you get in the way, there’s repercussions, side to side
Ayy, them good days are behind us
Them good days are behind us
Them good days are behind us
Think about all the cities and lives you be fuckin’ up

[Verse]
Four-hundred-thousand-dollar-a-year habit
When your back is to the wind, who you fear stabbin’?
When your cut gets deeper and the tears matter
On a never-ending night, don’t let your fears have it.
Ayy, don’t worry, we gon’ be back
Fucked the city up, now we on to the next one
Ahh, bring it back to the led
When your life and your power all come to a head
You already thought about what you was gonna do with the bread
Drop your bitch, buy some watches, let it go to the head.
We countin’ cash, flashin’ out, fuckin’ off, yeah
Some of y’all thinkin’ about all of that still
Tryin’ to understand me, it was all in my will
(will… will… will)