9Mm

Yeah
Aye
Aye
Look
Aye
I was gone let the beat marinate because it sound nice
But fuck that shit
Ima hop on this bitch nigga because I rap tight
I don't give a fuck about you or your little crew
The only thing they'll find
When they looking for you and yo dead body
Is niggas with laser beams and flashlights
Nigga
They'll beat your ass with a bagpipe
My nigga ant
He in the cell
And he want his cell
But its better than being in hell
Well why you say that rell
Because man he don't got life
I told him when he get out he just need to act right
Stay down for your girl
Man Up
Get your cash right
I still be having them dreams and nightmares
That the jack boys gone take my neck off at the red light
Civilized niggas we don't never argue
And fuck the price tag
The cost
Because we don't ever bargain
My nigga in the cell heard that my pockets was cheesy
So I sent him some bread to let him know that we both eating
Eastside eastside eastside eastside

What up Eastside
Yeah
Went from a jet to a check
Smoking weed no stress
Team full court press
Polyester on my chest
Got me feeling like the man
Y'all don't know y'alls threads
Yeah im bring all these waves cause its water that I tread
Got a nigga in the state yard
A nigga in the feds
Told my niggas hold they head
Why you think im building all this business
When they get home to have jobs to feed the little ones
A dutch filled with sticky make all my problems invincible
Selling out the reggie ounce
Back when we would penny pinch
Fucked off them fazos duck the laws we had to hit the fence
5 for 20 dvds back when I was nigga rich
Barney was the last funereal I ever shed a tear
This a circuit race you got to learn how to switch your gears
Twisted many cigarillos tryna save a little weed
J dawg hogging down the lane in a old caprice
Back when we first started the tfb
Yeah



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Writer(s): Justyn Terrell
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