Calm down baby get a beat down
We could get take out
Talk about our dream house
On the East Side we was blowin like 3 pounds
Make a bitch freak out with a quick freestyle
Hit em wit 3 rounds
Out the Glock 9
And the plug gettin cleaned out
I think I'll hit da fiends now
Come and blow this weed down
On the East Side we was blowin like 3 pounds
Make a bitch freak out
Pray I go down witta bitch in my lap
And a stick on my hip
In a pair of air max
They tell me it slow down but I'm never goin back
Never fuckin wit da brakes
Never switching that's a fact
Never fuckin w da fakes,
See the the snakes In the grass
That lil bitch was giving brain
I was laying on my back
Met ya bitch the other day
Hit me on the FaceTime
I was busy at the bank
And I ain't even hit her back
Book bag stuffed wit blues,
I'm in love with the block but I fuck wit you
I stuff drugs in my sock every after noon
I pop up blue
Jus to stunt on you,
I fell in love with the stick
Bought it jewelry
I put rings on the barrel on my 223
I had dreams of this shit since puberty
This shit new to you this ain't new to me
I fell in love with the stick
Bought it jewelry
I put rings on the barrel on my 223
I had dreams of this shit since puberty
This shit new to you this ain't new to me
Calm down baby get a beat down
We could get take out
Talk about our dream house
On the East Side we was blowin like 3 pounds
Make a bitch freak out with a quick freestyle
Hit em wit 3 rounds
Out the Glock 9
And the plug gettin cleaned out
I think I'll hit da fiends now
Come and blow this weed down
On the East Side we was blowin like 3 pounds
Make a bitch freak out
Always keep the burner in my reach (yeah)
When I'm worried drop a Percy in my lean
Never serve it where you sleep
Give a fuck about a teacher we was learning from the streets
I was really swerving in the street
Had murder on my mind
Whenever I heard the beat
I beat it from behind whenever she wanna vibe
I get too high
I be Slurring when I'm speak
I don't like people
Bitch too bad man she might be evil
I jus might keep her
I could never leave her,
In my bag
Riding witta desert eagle
I fell in love with the stick
Bought it jewelry
I put rings on the barrel on my 223
I had dreams of this shit since puberty
This shit new to you this ain't new to me
Calm down baby get a beat down
We could get take out
Talk about our dream house
On the East Side we was blowin like 3 pounds
Make a bitch freak out with a quick freestyle
Hit em wit 3 rounds
Out the Glock 9
And the plug gettin cleaned out
I think I'll hit da fiends now
Come and blow this weed down
On the East Side we was blowin like 3 pounds
Make a bitch freak out