On The East Coast

N*ggas on the east coast over here
Trying to treat me like a bamma and
I aint from the Midwest
They don't like my country grammar
I might hit em in the head
And go to the slammer
In North Carolina I might
Hit chu with a hammer

N*ggas on the east coast over here
Trying to treat me like a bamma and
I aint from the Midwest
They don't like my country grammar
I might hit em in the head
And go to the slammer
In North Carolina I might
Hit chu with a hammer

I be off the liquor
I don't f*ck with people in the manor
They from the dirty south
They don't like my city glamour
Gangster Disciples and Crips are allies
That fake sh*t niggas be saying
Are all lies
I got a blue bandana around my head
N*gga get in the bed
You heard what I Said
You acting like a reindeer and
You need a sled
I put in alot of work and
I don't get my cred
Catch me walking on the tread
N*gga I'm trying to get the bread
N*gga I aint no newlywed
I aint no local b*tch
My music throughout the country
My music is widespread
You b*tches wanna bully me
Go right ahead and
I don't f*ck with phoney people
You n*ggas and hoes
Are not my equal
Every shot you f*ggots
Take at me is lethal
Living around dangerous
Human Predators is the sequel
I'm just trying to get to the glitz
I'm not on the pole doing splitz
And fake n*ggas still treat me
Like a misfit

N*ggas on the east coast over here
Trying to treat me like a bamma and
I aint from the Midwest
They don't like my country grammar
I might hit em in the head
And go to the slammer
In North Carolina I might
Hit chu with a hammer

N*ggas on the east coast over here
Trying to treat me like a bamma and
I aint from the Midwest
They don't like my country grammar
I might hit em in the head
And go to the slammer
In North Carolina I might
Hit chu with a hammer

Don't play me I don't wanna
Hit chu with a bowl of gritz
N*gga I don't got no weapons on me
I don't need no gun permits
I'm by myself in the game
Fake people being counterfeits
Fake dirty b*tches being hypocrites
If I fall for a fake n*gga imma
Have to call acquits
I wear alot of new clothes
N*gga do you like my outfits and
I can't afford Balenciaga because
I'm real poor
The world being
Pigs to me like a wild boar
I don't wanna have to rob the store
To see how many designer
Clothes I can score
N*gga I'm too hardcore
To be a eyesore
Everytime you see me
I still be alone and I
Ain't no Woo n*gga
Nigga I'm on my own
Call me Oya Negra Capone
N*gga I'm on my throne and
I ain't tripping bout
No love not being shown
I still gotta spray myself
With Florida Water cologne

N*ggas on the east coast over here
Trying to treat me like a bamma and
I aint from the Midwest
They don't like my country grammar
I might hit em in the head
And go to the slammer
In North Carolina I might
Hit chu with a hammer

N*ggas on the east coast over here
Trying to treat me like a bamma and
I aint from the Midwest
They don't like my country grammar
I might hit em in the head
And go to the slammer
In North Carolina I might
Hit chu with a hammer

I gotta have my own bacc and
I don't care if you disown
I'm trying get fly
N*gga I might need a loan
I'm trying to get iced up
Like a ice cream cone
I gotta cover up my skin because these niggas don't like my color
N*gga I'mma girl I am not cho
Fuccin brother and
I don't fucc with haters they aint cool with one another
N*ggas fake like they mother
And I don't wanna see the judge
My skin dark like a piece of fudge
They want me to sit behind bars and don't budge
I need a new n*gga beside me
Because I don't have a grudge
N*ggas can't comprehend the lingo
Oh well they got the gringo
B*tch n*gga I'll pop u like a pringle
I don't even care if you listen to my single

I'll pop u like a pringle and
I don't care if you listen to my single