| A lot of y'all niggas not from the Eastside |
| Let's put it like that |
| A lot of y'all niggas was born |
| Y'all niggas from the suburbs, just shut the fuck up and listen |
| So you could get this money |
| With your broke funny-lookin' ass |
| Bitch |
| Dog Shit Records |
| Yeah, that's who you need to sign to |
| Dog Shit Records |
| You can tell it's me |
| All black trucks, bitch, you can tell it's me |
| I'm crawlin' through the street, Forgis on the SUV |
| Bulletproof everything, no wastin' time, bitch |
| You know what I'm becomin', you know what's goin' on |
| Don't know what he sayin', ain't talkin' on no phone |
| Thousand-dollar cologne |
| I'm smellin' like a brick, I'm walkin' like a- Ghetto |
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| Yeah, all black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Yeah) |
| Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Bulletproof the SUV) |
| The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (Yeah) |
| Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Dog Shit, nigga, |
| yeah) |
| All black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Black trucks) |
| Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Bulletproof the SUV) |
| The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (You only seein' on TV) |
| Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Come sign up) |
|
| Black rubber bands on the dog shit, I like my money neat (I like my money neat) |
| Black Chrome Heart glasses, clear tint so I could see (Uh-huh) |
| Black Forgis on the black Rover, crawlin' through the street (Ghetto) |
| It's black suits and black dresses, ever cross me, you deceased (Scary-ass |
| nigga) |
| I done seen it all, I done it all, you can't be talkin' shit to me (Can't be |
| talkin' shit to me) |
| You ever packed it up and stayed in small towns for some weeks? (Have you?) |
| A bag of chips and some noodles the only thing you can eat? (That's all you can |
| eat?) |
| Just campin' out at a junkie house chasin' after cheese? (I remember that) |
| I can speak this shit fluently, you know this shit is me (Know this shit is me) |
| Fifty P's in the mail, you know we sold 'em in a week (It's gone) |
| I ain't gotta touch the soft no more, I'm rappin' on these beats (Yeah) |
| The shit don't even make sense no more, a brick so fuckin' cheap (Thirteen |
| racks) |
| Fuck her doggystyle like an animal, bitch, I'm a beast (Yeah, bitch) |
| Make her suck all on this dick and, bitch, I better not feel no teeth (I better |
| not feel nothin') |
| I done fucked on rat bitches on the West and on the East (I swear to God) |
| I'm just a dirty-ass nigga, you know me, you know me (Dirty-ass nigga, haha) |
| But I'm a classy-ass nigga, dressin' like I 'posed to be (Bitch) |
| Don't give a fuck who you name, they can't put it on like me (I don't give a |
| fuck who you name, nigga) |
| When these lil' niggas get dressed, who you think they come and see? (Me) |
| I told the bitch to tat my name if you really love me, yeah (Go tat my name if |
| you really love me, bitch) |
|
| What the fuck you say, Smerf? You talkin' 'bout that bitch P back on that old |
| shit, feel the feeling |
| That shit sound crazy, don't it? |
| I swear to God |
| This sound like the old P |
| Yeah |
| On some shit like that, for real |
| Bitch |
|
| Yeah, all black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Yeah) |
| Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Bulletproof the SUV) |
| The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (You only seein' on TV) |
| Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Aw yeah) |
| All black trucks leavin' from the venue, you can tell it's me (Aw yeah) |
| Matte black everything, bulletproof the SUV (Ah) |
| The shit we doin' in real life you only seein' on TV (You only seein' on TV) |
| Come sign to Dog Shit Records, make a hundred in your sleep (Dog shit in your |
| sleep, nigga) |
|
| Let me do the adlibs on that last one, that bitch was jumpin' |
| (You recordin', Smerf?) |
| You need a bulletproof truck on the Eastside |
| That make sense to you? Peezy got one, why you ain't got yours? |
| You ain't Ghetto enough for a bulletproof truck, bitch |
| You ain't got, you ain't got it |
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