LLYG Mista
Huh, I just want to do a lot of drugs
Send him runnin' to the trap, don't give a fuck if he ain't hood
Everybody know a nigga keep that Draco with that wood
That motherfucker keep goin' like the
(Ooh, RJ)
Eastside nigga, ooh, Eastside nigga, ooh
Eastside nigga, ooh, Eastside nigga, ooh
Eastside nigga, ooh, Eastside nigga, ooh
Eastside nigga, ooh
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin')
Eastside nigga who never used to go to school
Give the bad hoes the blues, take 'em to my favorite room
Do some shit to them bitches, they like, "What that nigga do?"
Nigga said fuck me, you know it's fuck that nigga too
Eastside nigga, ooh, KE was my first school
380 was my first tool, give a bitch the worst, too
Walk her down, hurt shoes, show her what them Percs do
Make my shooter come and dump that Uzi in your vert, ooh
Watch tell me your first name, oh, you gon' need first aid
Trappin' since the first grade, servin' on my birthday
Livin' in the past, pussy nigga, fuck a throwback Thursday
I pull up on your fam, dump my mag in your birthplace
We gon' come back, hit her, huh, she know I'm that nigga
Pop a pill, cop a feel, chill, then drop me a nigga
Holyfield, I'm the real deal, knock out me a nigga
Hold that chopper like an iPhone, go take me a picture
I'ma crop out me a nigga
Okay, now hop out on them niggas
Pop out on them niggas
Or leave 'em with no brains, college dropout on them niggas
Skuba Steve a janitor, I got that mop out on them niggas
Got my sticks from overseas, these bitches slide, nigga hittin'
Fat plug style on 'em, you owe me attention, huh
Don't want no attention, huh
He don't shoot, I bench him, huh
Don't hang with no bitches, huh
Baby, this the difference
Our stick don't miss them niggas
Put a band on them hoes, Sada Baby kiss them bitches
Yes, I'm Gene Simmons with it, kill 18 niggas with it
You hate these niggas with me, can't take these niggas with me
Yeah, you got them hoes, well, we'll come take them bitches from you
Don't hate no nigga nothin' that don't make me no money
Huh, I just want to do a lot of drugs
Send him runnin' to the trap, don't give a fuck if he ain't hood
Everybody know a nigga keep that Draco with that wood
That motherfucker keep goin' like the lil' engine that could
I bet you wanna tell me somethin', but you can't tell me nothin'
Bet you wanna sell me somethin', but you can't sell me nothin'
Already told you Ski's out the way with bricks of money
Wood bought another K, he feel like he gon' flip him somethin'
My lil' nigga got off his ass and got that bread
Still be on that bullshit, will put him on your head
Bought another Rockstar 'fit, I'm posin' for the feds
That Rouge 540 make them hoes wanna eat my dreads, ooh
Eastside nigga who never used to go to school
Give the bad hoes the blues, take 'em to my favorite room
Do some shit to them bitches, they like, "What that nigga do?"
Nigga said fuck me, you know it's fuck that nigga too
Eastside nigga, ooh, KE was my first school
380 was my first tool, give a bitch the worst, too
Walk her down, hurt shoes, show her what them Percs do
Make my shooter come and dump that Uzi in your vert, ooh
Send him runnin' to the trap, don't give a fuck if he ain't hood
Everybody know a nigga keep that Draco with that wood
That motherfucker keep goin' like the
(Ooh, RJ)
Eastside nigga, ooh, Eastside nigga, ooh
Eastside nigga, ooh, Eastside nigga, ooh
Eastside nigga, ooh, Eastside nigga, ooh
Eastside nigga, ooh
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin')
Eastside nigga who never used to go to school
Give the bad hoes the blues, take 'em to my favorite room
Do some shit to them bitches, they like, "What that nigga do?"
Nigga said fuck me, you know it's fuck that nigga too
Eastside nigga, ooh, KE was my first school
380 was my first tool, give a bitch the worst, too
Walk her down, hurt shoes, show her what them Percs do
Make my shooter come and dump that Uzi in your vert, ooh
Watch tell me your first name, oh, you gon' need first aid
Trappin' since the first grade, servin' on my birthday
Livin' in the past, pussy nigga, fuck a throwback Thursday
I pull up on your fam, dump my mag in your birthplace
We gon' come back, hit her, huh, she know I'm that nigga
Pop a pill, cop a feel, chill, then drop me a nigga
Holyfield, I'm the real deal, knock out me a nigga
Hold that chopper like an iPhone, go take me a picture
I'ma crop out me a nigga
Okay, now hop out on them niggas
Pop out on them niggas
Or leave 'em with no brains, college dropout on them niggas
Skuba Steve a janitor, I got that mop out on them niggas
Got my sticks from overseas, these bitches slide, nigga hittin'
Fat plug style on 'em, you owe me attention, huh
Don't want no attention, huh
He don't shoot, I bench him, huh
Don't hang with no bitches, huh
Baby, this the difference
Our stick don't miss them niggas
Put a band on them hoes, Sada Baby kiss them bitches
Yes, I'm Gene Simmons with it, kill 18 niggas with it
You hate these niggas with me, can't take these niggas with me
Yeah, you got them hoes, well, we'll come take them bitches from you
Don't hate no nigga nothin' that don't make me no money
Huh, I just want to do a lot of drugs
Send him runnin' to the trap, don't give a fuck if he ain't hood
Everybody know a nigga keep that Draco with that wood
That motherfucker keep goin' like the lil' engine that could
I bet you wanna tell me somethin', but you can't tell me nothin'
Bet you wanna sell me somethin', but you can't sell me nothin'
Already told you Ski's out the way with bricks of money
Wood bought another K, he feel like he gon' flip him somethin'
My lil' nigga got off his ass and got that bread
Still be on that bullshit, will put him on your head
Bought another Rockstar 'fit, I'm posin' for the feds
That Rouge 540 make them hoes wanna eat my dreads, ooh
Eastside nigga who never used to go to school
Give the bad hoes the blues, take 'em to my favorite room
Do some shit to them bitches, they like, "What that nigga do?"
Nigga said fuck me, you know it's fuck that nigga too
Eastside nigga, ooh, KE was my first school
380 was my first tool, give a bitch the worst, too
Walk her down, hurt shoes, show her what them Percs do
Make my shooter come and dump that Uzi in your vert, ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Rayshawn Lamont Gordon, Casada Aaron Sorrell
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