Eastside Baby

Yeah y'all know what it is
B-b-b-b-b Big Dew on tha beat

Stackin the cheese, whippin the butter
Told my wrist you a cold muthafucka
Critical you a straight up hustla
Trooplaya and the bitches love ya
Waited your turn now these niggas gone learn
Handouts, naw a nigga had to earn
Got it out the mud so I'm feeling like a worm
Selling all these drugs block hotter than a perm
Reppin Troo and I'm the truth
On the east with a tool in the booth
She a beast got sperm on her tooth
And a thot like to fuck on the group
Cool and rude but a nigga so cautious
Gotta stay strapped, approach with caution
Hustle smart cause the feds still watch us
All the real niggas know i got us
Ughhhhhh, Crit slow down
I'm in H-Town, blowin on pounds
Sippin drank, I aint talkin bout crown
Flow so hard I got my own sound
Trappin Hard till we see millions
After that we still gone build it
Eastside finest in the building

Trap or Die
We moving snow
Rock the coke or
Rock a show
Either way I'm getting dough
You didn't know I'm bout to blow
Solo how I roll
Man this shit is so easy
They out here yellin
Crit you the next jeezy
Whippin over kitchen sinks
Serving junkies on the east
Started with 7 grams
Now I'm cooking up a key
Purple runtz up in my sweets
Hottest thing up in the streets
Livin everything I speak
Eastside baby with that heat

From 4 block to 63rd
Back in highschool
I was bustin them swerves
Just a teen puttin in that work
17 seen a nigga get murked
Taught the click how to whip them zips
Didn't trick to get a bitch
Unload the clips when we got into some shit
Fed case I didn't snitch
Eastside baby with some eastside ways
4 and a baby get you paid
Don't wait to long might be to late
Shoot you in the face, if you think you gone take
Out my feelings on some playa shit
Heard they feeling Trooplaya Clique
Crit be talkin major shit
Got some niggas from the navy bitch
Can't nobody control us
Had to take his life cause he owed us
Get you smoked like dozier
Niggas hit yo block, better load up
Cappin cappin in yo raps
I ain't seen you in the trap
Trappin trappin in my raps
All I serve is straight crack

Trap or Die
We moving snow
Rock the coke or
Rock a show
Either way I'm getting dough
You didn't know I'm bout to blow
Solo how I roll
Man this shit is so easy
They out here yellin
Crit you the next jeezy
Whippin over kitchen sinks
Serving junkies on the east
Started with 7 grams
Now I'm cooking up a key
Purple runtz up in my sweets
Hottest thing up in the streets
Livin everything I speak
Eastside baby with that heat

Eastside baby with that heat
Eastside baby with that heat
Eastside baby with that heat



Credits
Writer(s): Cecil Williams
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