Eastsiders
Yeah
I don't know why
Oh, what I've been missin'
Lover man, oh, where can you be?
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Four fingers, tucked one, nigga
Tray Tray, yeah, yeah
We got all type of Glocks, Gen5s, Gen3s
I got all type of bitches, they gon' pray to God for me
I don't care 'bout what he did when he was here, he deceased
Just know, long as I got money, ain't a nigga out of reach
Amiri denims, pants full of racks, I'm barely goin' in 'em
I know niggas bitches, talk like hoes, I'm barely speakin' to 'em
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real
Fuck the opps and who be with 'em
Know it's that way 'til we kill 'em
Been a suspect and a victim
Hundred shots, we ain't gon' miss him
Brand new Mikes, I'm still gon' chase him
Don't come back if you ain't face him
You ain't feelin' how I'm feelin'
Off this 30 I be bracin'
Told my niggas we gon' make it
All my life I heard I'm basic
Only good at shootin' niggas
Half my victims barely made it
You can ask the streets about me
Ain't a soul can say I faked it
Just know you gon' have to pay
For your shit back if bro 'nem take it
My lil' bitch a different type, we locked in, this shit for life
If it's that, then it's on sight
Can't get left if you do right
I done seen the toughest niggas turn bitch behind that pipe
My lil' bro twenty-three and he be scorin' shit like Mike
Yeah, uh, we got all type of Glocks, Gen5s, Gen3s
I got all type of bitches, they gon' pray to God for me
I don't care 'bout what he did when he was here, he deceased
Just know, long as I got money, ain't a nigga out of reach
Amiri denims, pants full of racks, I'm barely goin' in 'em
I know niggas bitches, talk like hoes, I'm barely speakin' to 'em
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real
(Uh, uh, uh) I been shootin' guns since 2012, like 2013
G Herbo, I'm really famous, but I'll still make a scene
Got my hoodie drawed up and I'm still rockin' bling, huh, for real
Uh, uh, you ain't never made a kill, you don't how that feel
I ain't even have to drill, I was behind the wheel
Chains rose gold, I still got blue steel
I'll shoot at will, I don't care how you feel
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
And you breathe and panic
And I'll leave a nigga stiff like a mannequin
Everybody want me to handle it, ayy, chill out, I'ma handle it
Everybody know I'm gettin' that cake, I'ma pay for all the damages
We got all type of Glocks, Gen5s, Gen3s
I got all type of bitches, they gon' pray to God for me
I don't care 'bout what he did when he was here, he deceased
Just know, long as I got money, ain't a nigga out of reach
Amiri denims, pants full of racks, I'm barely goin' in 'em
I know niggas bitches, talk like hoes, I'm barely speakin' to 'em
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real
I don't know why
Oh, what I've been missin'
Lover man, oh, where can you be?
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Four fingers, tucked one, nigga
Tray Tray, yeah, yeah
We got all type of Glocks, Gen5s, Gen3s
I got all type of bitches, they gon' pray to God for me
I don't care 'bout what he did when he was here, he deceased
Just know, long as I got money, ain't a nigga out of reach
Amiri denims, pants full of racks, I'm barely goin' in 'em
I know niggas bitches, talk like hoes, I'm barely speakin' to 'em
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real
Fuck the opps and who be with 'em
Know it's that way 'til we kill 'em
Been a suspect and a victim
Hundred shots, we ain't gon' miss him
Brand new Mikes, I'm still gon' chase him
Don't come back if you ain't face him
You ain't feelin' how I'm feelin'
Off this 30 I be bracin'
Told my niggas we gon' make it
All my life I heard I'm basic
Only good at shootin' niggas
Half my victims barely made it
You can ask the streets about me
Ain't a soul can say I faked it
Just know you gon' have to pay
For your shit back if bro 'nem take it
My lil' bitch a different type, we locked in, this shit for life
If it's that, then it's on sight
Can't get left if you do right
I done seen the toughest niggas turn bitch behind that pipe
My lil' bro twenty-three and he be scorin' shit like Mike
Yeah, uh, we got all type of Glocks, Gen5s, Gen3s
I got all type of bitches, they gon' pray to God for me
I don't care 'bout what he did when he was here, he deceased
Just know, long as I got money, ain't a nigga out of reach
Amiri denims, pants full of racks, I'm barely goin' in 'em
I know niggas bitches, talk like hoes, I'm barely speakin' to 'em
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real
(Uh, uh, uh) I been shootin' guns since 2012, like 2013
G Herbo, I'm really famous, but I'll still make a scene
Got my hoodie drawed up and I'm still rockin' bling, huh, for real
Uh, uh, you ain't never made a kill, you don't how that feel
I ain't even have to drill, I was behind the wheel
Chains rose gold, I still got blue steel
I'll shoot at will, I don't care how you feel
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
And you breathe and panic
And I'll leave a nigga stiff like a mannequin
Everybody want me to handle it, ayy, chill out, I'ma handle it
Everybody know I'm gettin' that cake, I'ma pay for all the damages
We got all type of Glocks, Gen5s, Gen3s
I got all type of bitches, they gon' pray to God for me
I don't care 'bout what he did when he was here, he deceased
Just know, long as I got money, ain't a nigga out of reach
Amiri denims, pants full of racks, I'm barely goin' in 'em
I know niggas bitches, talk like hoes, I'm barely speakin' to 'em
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real
I rep FBG, but I be throwin' 4E in the field
This a lot of fake love, but when you die, the feelin' real
Credits
Writer(s): Jakob Hagemann, Herbert Randall Wright Iii, Tray Tray
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