213 Shotz
Man I'm a east side nigga
30 Clip cause im a Bello baby
Ducking from the bops cause in my section
It get hella crazy
20 Round spitting out the glock it got em levitating
Shorty said you better watch yo back but I ain't trippin baby
It's a 2 thing
3 Boo things
Lui V the bag got me dripping to my shoe strings
Got a toy up in my pocket who stopping me
You just run your mouth like a bitch steady gossiping
Gotta empty out the clip cause that's the policy
Hit the shop for top shelf bud this ain't no broccoli
Riding with my burner see an opp n then I'm poppin 3
You a snitch you steady folding on your partner g
Put a hole up in your head just like a Cheerio
All my niggas masked up deep Ray Mysterio
Screaming free my niggas cause they caught em all on video
Brother pop out with the big chop he got from Israel
N if im lyin then I'm flying n I ain't upside down
N let me tell you bout da city where it all go down
Cause if you bustin out that window best not make no sounds
Cause we gon catch you at yo block n make that thing spit rounds huh
Real homies on this side don't play
Fully loaded homie you can get it anyway
Fresh paint on that black Chevrolet
85 SS down the Interstate
Bald head tattoos white tee
East Side 213
Is where you'll find me
Find me on that block really posted with some bad bitches
How you say you really dropped an opp
When your shots missing
Shorty really got bomb pussy gotta French kiss it
Get up out the city with my niggas that's the main mission
Momma said I shouldn't cop a burner did it anyway
Speaking in my DM u want smoke
Can get that any day
Crossin state lines with hella product
That's that heavy weight
Whole team eating yea the table got like 20 plates
Walking down spruce caught em slipping he got chalked up
Mopped up
Took his bitch n shorty got me topped up
You be ducking fades up in that county when you locked up
Nutted on her face you be getting bitches knocked up
Damn
You wanted smoke and now we smoking you
Brodie pass the glock I'm finna show em what that 40 do
Only 18 but this choppa holding 32
2 Hundred and 13 shots we letting off on you
Aye
Gold chains this ain't yellow
Bad ass bitch booty moving just like jello
Shorty said she wanna chill n blow me like a chello
So I bought a couple bottles took her straight to MonteGhetto
Real homies on this side don't play
Fully loaded homie you can get it anyway
Fresh paint on that black Chevrolet
85 SS down the Interstate
Bald head tattoos white tee
East Side 213
Is where you'll find me
30 Clip cause im a Bello baby
Ducking from the bops cause in my section
It get hella crazy
20 Round spitting out the glock it got em levitating
Shorty said you better watch yo back but I ain't trippin baby
It's a 2 thing
3 Boo things
Lui V the bag got me dripping to my shoe strings
Got a toy up in my pocket who stopping me
You just run your mouth like a bitch steady gossiping
Gotta empty out the clip cause that's the policy
Hit the shop for top shelf bud this ain't no broccoli
Riding with my burner see an opp n then I'm poppin 3
You a snitch you steady folding on your partner g
Put a hole up in your head just like a Cheerio
All my niggas masked up deep Ray Mysterio
Screaming free my niggas cause they caught em all on video
Brother pop out with the big chop he got from Israel
N if im lyin then I'm flying n I ain't upside down
N let me tell you bout da city where it all go down
Cause if you bustin out that window best not make no sounds
Cause we gon catch you at yo block n make that thing spit rounds huh
Real homies on this side don't play
Fully loaded homie you can get it anyway
Fresh paint on that black Chevrolet
85 SS down the Interstate
Bald head tattoos white tee
East Side 213
Is where you'll find me
Find me on that block really posted with some bad bitches
How you say you really dropped an opp
When your shots missing
Shorty really got bomb pussy gotta French kiss it
Get up out the city with my niggas that's the main mission
Momma said I shouldn't cop a burner did it anyway
Speaking in my DM u want smoke
Can get that any day
Crossin state lines with hella product
That's that heavy weight
Whole team eating yea the table got like 20 plates
Walking down spruce caught em slipping he got chalked up
Mopped up
Took his bitch n shorty got me topped up
You be ducking fades up in that county when you locked up
Nutted on her face you be getting bitches knocked up
Damn
You wanted smoke and now we smoking you
Brodie pass the glock I'm finna show em what that 40 do
Only 18 but this choppa holding 32
2 Hundred and 13 shots we letting off on you
Aye
Gold chains this ain't yellow
Bad ass bitch booty moving just like jello
Shorty said she wanna chill n blow me like a chello
So I bought a couple bottles took her straight to MonteGhetto
Real homies on this side don't play
Fully loaded homie you can get it anyway
Fresh paint on that black Chevrolet
85 SS down the Interstate
Bald head tattoos white tee
East Side 213
Is where you'll find me
Credits
Writer(s): Emiliano Quiroz
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