A lot of y'all niggas not from the Eastside
Let's put it like that
A lot of y'all niggas was born
Y'all niggas from the suburbs, just shut the fuck up and listen
So you could get this money
With your broke funny-lookin' ass
Bitch
Dog Shit Records
Yeah, that's who you need to sign to
Dog Shit Records
You can tell it's me
All black trucks, bitch, you can tell it's me
I'm crawlin' through the street, Forgis on the SUV
Bulletproof everything, no wastin' time, bitch
You know what I'm becomin', you know what's goin' on
Don't know what he sayin', ain't talkin' on no phone
Thousand-dollar cologne
I'm smellin' like a brick, I'm walkin' like a ghetto

Yeah, all black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (yeah)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (bulletproof the SUV)
The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (yeah)
Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (dog Shit, nigga, yeah)
All black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (black trucks)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (bulletproof the SUV)
The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (you only seein' on TV)
Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (come sign up)

Black rubber bands on the dog shit, I like my money neat (I like my money neat)
Black Chrome Heart glasses, clear tint so I could see (uh-huh)
Black Forgis on the black Rover, crawlin' through the street (ghetto)
It's black suits and black dresses, ever cross me, you deceased (scary-ass nigga)
I done seen it all, I done it all, you can't be talkin' shit to me (can't be talkin' shit to me)
You ever packed it up and stayed in small towns for some weeks? (Have you?)
A bag of chips and some noodles the only thing you can eat? (That's all you can eat?)
Just campin' out at a junkie house chasin' after cheese? (I remember that)
I can speak this shit fluently, you know this shit is me (know this shit is me)
Fifty P's in the mail, you know we sold 'em in a week (it's gone)
I ain't gotta touch the soft no more, I'm rappin' on these beats (yeah)
The shit don't even make sense no more, a brick so fuckin' cheap (thirteen racks)
Fuck her doggystyle like an animal, bitch, I'm a beast (yeah, bitch)
Make her suck all on this dick and, bitch, I better not feel no teeth (I better not feel nothin')
I done fucked on rat bitches on the West and on the East (I swear to God)
I'm just a dirty-ass nigga, you know me, you know me (dirty-ass nigga, haha)
But I'm a classy-ass nigga, dressin' like I 'posed to be (bitch)
Don't give a fuck who you name, they can't put it on like me (I don't give a fuck who you name, nigga)
When these lil' niggas get dressed, who you think they come and see? (Me)
I told the bitch to tat my name if you really love me, yeah (go tat my name if you really love me, bitch)

What the fuck you say, Smerf? You talkin' 'bout that bitch P back on that old shit, feel the feeling
That shit sound crazy, don't it?
I swear to God
This sound like the old P
Yeah
On some shit like that, for real
Bitch

Yeah, all black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (yeah)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (bulletproof the SUV)
The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (you only seein' on TV)
Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (aw yeah)
All black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (aw yeah)
Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (ah)
The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (you only seein' on TV)
Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (dog shit in your sleep, nigga)

Let me do the adlibs on that last one, that bitch was jumpin'
(You recordin', Smerf?)
You need a bulletproof truck on the Eastside
That make sense to you? Peezy got one, why you ain't got yours?
You ain't Ghetto enough for a bulletproof truck, bitch
You ain't got, you ain't got it