Basura Blanca

Basura Blanca type shit
Up out the east end
No es nada came up
And still ain't peak yet
Basura Blanca type shit
Up out the east end
No es nada came up
And still I ain't, what

Shit was falling, never called it
Keep that head down to myself
When they party, I'm recording
Grinding, make it outta my hell
Started balling, quit the job
And now I'm working for myself
Can't nobody tell me shit
Came up, now I'm deaf
I been raised a killer, now we
Now we copping fucking villas
Second generation pushing
Pounds around the fucking river
Rolling brushes on a budget
Ain't gon find nobody realer
Ain't gon find nobody triller
Boy I was born to fucking get em
Gotta get it while the getting
Ain't good for the rest
Take it stack it, I ain't yapping
Bout no action, I ain't pressed
Get to clicking when they switching
Headshot, where your vest
I ain't stressed, just a
East end boy with my set

We been out here making bands
Fuck you thought it was
Ain't a thang, spend a
100 hours in the sun
Long days, short nights
Out there mixing mud
Out the womb said WOOF
Dawg up in my blood
We been out here making bands
Fuck you thought it was
Ain't a thang, spend a
100 hours in the sun
Long days, short nights
Out there mixing mud
Out the womb said WOOF
Dawg up in my blood

Aye, bloody red up in the eyes, huh
Aye, fucking dead but I'm alive, huh
Aye, whatchu said bout my fam
Bout my land, understand that you
Dealing with a goddamn Moran

Basura Blanca type shit
Up out the east end
No es nada came up
And still ain't peak yet
Basura Blanca type shit
Up out the east end
No es nada came up
And still ain't (Still ain't)

We been out here making bands
Fuck you thought it was
Ain't a thang, spend a
100 hours in the sun
Long days, short nights
Out there mixing mud
Out the womb said WOOF
Dawg up in my blood
We been out here making bands
Fuck you thought it was
Ain't a thang, spend a
100 hours in the sun
Long days, short nights
Out there mixing mud
Out the womb said WOOF
Dawg up in my blood