Eastside

I'f i'm hungry my dogs hungry yea we all gotta eat
Tryna come up on some money tryna fuck on some freaks
Want that hemi srt wanna pull in with 3
Yea fuck a hmd i'm tryna get some new sneaks
Take that monster kill that monster i come out as a beast
You my blood you my fam you throwing curses on me
Imma tough breed nigga not accepting defeat
Oh you think you cold hearted watch me turn up the heat
Everybody like steak today i'm cooking up beef
Fell asleep on the job bitch taking pictures of me
But the funny thing about it she don't want it with me
Start sweating when they round me all i'm smelling is grease
My lil homies know no mercy they gone tuck you in neat
Don't wanna get my hands dirty why i slaughter these beats
Keep thinking that i'm pussy put that tag on your feet
Got that ruger in my pocket never outta my reach
Say a prayer for you nigga then its permanent sleep
Never switching on my word that's a promise i keep
Every bullet gotta name its called stop fucking with me
Every bullet gotta name its called stop fucking with me

They wanna see me dead locked or dead in the street
Told my mom we stepping up man the hell with this peace
Every life gotta price shit mine ain't for free
Wanna see em drop dead buried under 6 feet
Imma hit for hit nigga ain't no dancing with me
Pussy niggas wanna dance but you ain't dancing with sheep
Big dogs eat it raw we ain't sipping on tea
You show respect to get respect ain't no stepping on me
I know some loyal ass niggas they gone up it for free
Imma hit you where it hurts sting ya ass like a bee
All that talking out the window now they sweating like Keith
We fight fire with that fire somebody catching this heat
In the kitchen cooking up somebody eating this beef
Every bullet gotta name its called stop fucking with me
In the kitchen cooking up somebody eating this beef
Every bullet gotta name its called stop fucking with me



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Voltaire
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