East Coast
Doin' 240 on a 40 lane, bitch
Book a beach house with a pool and a lift
Got your baby momma sittin on another bitch
Ain't about the fame, man, I'll rather be rich
Ain't about the fame, man, I'll rather be rich
Drivin' with the boys in an overpowered whip
Highway 49, I take your bitch to my crib
Doing 69, it's your bitch on my dick
Homies from the hood moonwalkin' on a bitch
We from East Coast, we ball and we dip
We from East Coast, this ain't nothin' but we lit
Yeah, yeah, this ain't nothin' but we lit
Hol up, hol up, EC for the win
We don't take no Ls and we bout to make some Ms
Hol up, hol up, pour us fucking gin
Nine shots later we gonna go feel the wind
Hol up, hol up, going for a spin
Don't see us at the street? You can catch us at the inn
Hol up, hol up, rub over my skin
Bitch you like it wild Imma fuck you and your twin
Hol up, hol up, pull up with a stick
Fuck your automatic, I got bullets in my clip
Hol up, hol up, get off from my dick
We bout to hit a lick and we took a little trip
Hol up, hol up, we don't give a shit
Smokin OG kush and we fuckin gettin lit
Hol up, hol up, East Coast baller
This is were we grew and this is where we holla
Drive fast don't waste time
Pussies on my FaceTime
I got bitches on my eyesight
Got a glock on my waistline
I rhyme tight, I get it right
Not your basic brown guy
East Coast we fly high
Mad how the time flies
I'm bout to murder this show
Bitch I got money to blow
I'm a pro, Imma show
Bitches be askin for more
More cars, more clothes
Anythin' dealin' with dough
She don't like messin with brokes
Cruisin on the road, East Coast, we lit, I'm out, time's 4
Hol up, hol up, EC for the win
We don't take no Ls and we bout to make some Ms
Hol up, hol up, pour us fucking gin
Nine shots later we gonna go feel the wind
Hol up, hol up, going for a spin
Don't see us at the street? You can catch us at the inn
Hol up, hol up, rub over my skin
Bitch you like it wild Imma fuck you and your twin
Hol up, hol up, pull up with a stick
Fuck your automatic, I got bullets in my clip
Hol up, hol up, get off from my dick
We bout to hit a lick and we took a little trip
Hol up, hol up, we don't give a shit
Smokin OG kush and we fuckin gettin lit
Hol up, hol up, East Coast baller
This is were we grew and this is where we holla
Book a beach house with a pool and a lift
Got your baby momma sittin on another bitch
Ain't about the fame, man, I'll rather be rich
Ain't about the fame, man, I'll rather be rich
Drivin' with the boys in an overpowered whip
Highway 49, I take your bitch to my crib
Doing 69, it's your bitch on my dick
Homies from the hood moonwalkin' on a bitch
We from East Coast, we ball and we dip
We from East Coast, this ain't nothin' but we lit
Yeah, yeah, this ain't nothin' but we lit
Hol up, hol up, EC for the win
We don't take no Ls and we bout to make some Ms
Hol up, hol up, pour us fucking gin
Nine shots later we gonna go feel the wind
Hol up, hol up, going for a spin
Don't see us at the street? You can catch us at the inn
Hol up, hol up, rub over my skin
Bitch you like it wild Imma fuck you and your twin
Hol up, hol up, pull up with a stick
Fuck your automatic, I got bullets in my clip
Hol up, hol up, get off from my dick
We bout to hit a lick and we took a little trip
Hol up, hol up, we don't give a shit
Smokin OG kush and we fuckin gettin lit
Hol up, hol up, East Coast baller
This is were we grew and this is where we holla
Drive fast don't waste time
Pussies on my FaceTime
I got bitches on my eyesight
Got a glock on my waistline
I rhyme tight, I get it right
Not your basic brown guy
East Coast we fly high
Mad how the time flies
I'm bout to murder this show
Bitch I got money to blow
I'm a pro, Imma show
Bitches be askin for more
More cars, more clothes
Anythin' dealin' with dough
She don't like messin with brokes
Cruisin on the road, East Coast, we lit, I'm out, time's 4
Hol up, hol up, EC for the win
We don't take no Ls and we bout to make some Ms
Hol up, hol up, pour us fucking gin
Nine shots later we gonna go feel the wind
Hol up, hol up, going for a spin
Don't see us at the street? You can catch us at the inn
Hol up, hol up, rub over my skin
Bitch you like it wild Imma fuck you and your twin
Hol up, hol up, pull up with a stick
Fuck your automatic, I got bullets in my clip
Hol up, hol up, get off from my dick
We bout to hit a lick and we took a little trip
Hol up, hol up, we don't give a shit
Smokin OG kush and we fuckin gettin lit
Hol up, hol up, East Coast baller
This is were we grew and this is where we holla
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Writer(s): Arif Nabeel
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