[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Eastside, just like everytime

[Verse 1]
Handing out my mixtape with a neck brace, do it the Jet way
Vintage Chevies, doors I close
These hoes can't forget me, sexually stretch 'em out
Professionally, wanna lay up and nestle with me
Build connections with me, but love, you'll never catch me
I'm on the West the next day, at my indoor grow
On the hammock sampling some of the potentest
Plants ever grown, mainstream I'm known
But underground my home, low-ride, though I'm high
Off the bong, see I'm more like both Cheech and Chong
Plus my money long, as the Supreme line when they gotta drop
On Thursday morn', all on the strength of these rap songs
And they try to say the boom-bap gone
Spitta turn the sound back on, mothfucker, yeah, that's your dog in the zone
Every time I light up another zone

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Andretti
Sucka ass n***as ain't ready
Never compare me
And they try to say the boom-bap gone
Hot Spitta turn that sound back on
And they try to say the boom-bap gone
La da da da, la da
Eastside