East 2 West
Lemme show you sum
Fuck That I'll b back with a big stack
Man my homies was riding dirty we sliding in pitch black
Then I got kicked out the crib n said fuck it and flipped packs
Bronem had crashed The whip man he shouldn't had whipped That
Onna way to da west side I made a stop back in Vegas
I fucked mami one last time I made her nut she was patient
From Seattle to f town it put some bucks in my savings
I'm going up can't turn it down swear to god imma make it
Fuck a bitch from the east to the west You know I'm slimey
My mama told me I'm one kind n just keep on grinding
N bronem said I'm ahead of my time cuz I'm level minded
I see me shining with diamonds n Cuban links and some Ganja
Foe A Kind hearted young nigga, Mind of a gangsta
Trying to get them funds bigger
Slyme paper chasin
Nine made em run whats inside it'll blaze ya
One shot and he done like a cop with a taser
But fuck talking bout twelve boy dats mid what u sell
I don't even gotta smell took a hit and I could tell
Could give em my clientele they send hundreds through the zelle
Foe Comming out of his shell got em Buggin I prevailed
Be careful with them questions mixed with concern
My momma said Watchu do with ya life and I said I serve
But Shelly told me just stick to the rapping and I'm like word
I'm sorry I jus b smoking this gas so I'm talking slurred
Said I just want the Franklins stack it up with the Andrews
Ain talking about the bank man then I don't understand you
I think you writing statements cuz thats just what ya mans do
My shordy snort the pink shits Ik she love the da xans too
Sorry dat don't correlate
But still I got sun more to say
When Keemo put me ina wraith I skipt school ain gon in late
N that's the shit that's motivating this dude to b more then great
Respectable but bend rules I guess Thas y I enjoy the hate
We move around w big tools we going door to door today
Like Martial law but we ain jakes
Nigga talk den we gone spray
Feel free to bark get ina lake
Or draw the chalk it's anyway
I'm going hard move hella weight
I trapped the nugs n smoke da shake
Bitch
Fuck dat I'll b back w a big stack
Member homies was ridin dirty we sliding in pitch black
N Then I got kicked out the crib n said fuck it n flipped packs
N bronem had crash da whip man he shouldn't had whipped dat
Onna way to da west side I made a stop back in Vegas
I fucked mami one last time I made ha nut she was patient
From Seattle to f town it put sun bucks in my savings
I'm going up can't turn me down I swear to god imma make it
Fuck That I'll b back with a big stack
Man my homies was riding dirty we sliding in pitch black
Then I got kicked out the crib n said fuck it and flipped packs
Bronem had crashed The whip man he shouldn't had whipped That
Onna way to da west side I made a stop back in Vegas
I fucked mami one last time I made her nut she was patient
From Seattle to f town it put some bucks in my savings
I'm going up can't turn it down swear to god imma make it
Fuck a bitch from the east to the west You know I'm slimey
My mama told me I'm one kind n just keep on grinding
N bronem said I'm ahead of my time cuz I'm level minded
I see me shining with diamonds n Cuban links and some Ganja
Foe A Kind hearted young nigga, Mind of a gangsta
Trying to get them funds bigger
Slyme paper chasin
Nine made em run whats inside it'll blaze ya
One shot and he done like a cop with a taser
But fuck talking bout twelve boy dats mid what u sell
I don't even gotta smell took a hit and I could tell
Could give em my clientele they send hundreds through the zelle
Foe Comming out of his shell got em Buggin I prevailed
Be careful with them questions mixed with concern
My momma said Watchu do with ya life and I said I serve
But Shelly told me just stick to the rapping and I'm like word
I'm sorry I jus b smoking this gas so I'm talking slurred
Said I just want the Franklins stack it up with the Andrews
Ain talking about the bank man then I don't understand you
I think you writing statements cuz thats just what ya mans do
My shordy snort the pink shits Ik she love the da xans too
Sorry dat don't correlate
But still I got sun more to say
When Keemo put me ina wraith I skipt school ain gon in late
N that's the shit that's motivating this dude to b more then great
Respectable but bend rules I guess Thas y I enjoy the hate
We move around w big tools we going door to door today
Like Martial law but we ain jakes
Nigga talk den we gone spray
Feel free to bark get ina lake
Or draw the chalk it's anyway
I'm going hard move hella weight
I trapped the nugs n smoke da shake
Bitch
Fuck dat I'll b back w a big stack
Member homies was ridin dirty we sliding in pitch black
N Then I got kicked out the crib n said fuck it n flipped packs
N bronem had crash da whip man he shouldn't had whipped dat
Onna way to da west side I made a stop back in Vegas
I fucked mami one last time I made ha nut she was patient
From Seattle to f town it put sun bucks in my savings
I'm going up can't turn me down I swear to god imma make it
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Writer(s): Javon Karter
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