[Intro]
(J, this shit too crazy)
Aye pass that wood, Wock

[Verse]
Don't talk pape to me n***a, everybody got it
Everybody let they guns off we don't know who shot em'
Unc said it burned his nose hair, that's how he know it's fire
My young n***a drop old n***as, Omar off the wire
When I'm off them percocets, ion get tired
Them pills fake as hell, I searched them up off of pill finder
Bro don't care if the weed trash he gone still buy it
Rhuu! You knew that n***a was a rat, why you still sign him? Rhuu!
He thought he got away but we still gone find 'em
Put my lil n***as on his ass, my lil n***as grimey
If we fall off we, can't gеt back cool 'cause I think you slimy
If its smoke in the air thеn I'm calling Shotty
They like why you calling n***as? He gone catch a body
My n***a keep his gun on him like he keep his wallet
You be tryna fuck every bitch, I be gettin' guala
We can talk about it, set it up if it make some dollars
I be tryna tell my n***as chill but they guala, gualas
LDG my lil bro'll fuck your baby momma
I pay all the bills, I don't have no baby momma drama
We got so many K's, like that n***a Osama
I can make a call and get him dropped, I'm just like Obama
Catch a n***a at a corner store, he don't want no problems
I be dressing like I'm rich as hell but i don't got no stylist
You know I keep that choppa with me n***a, it's just like my toddler
I'm a hood rich n***a, i let my chain dangle
Lil bro nem throwing big B's, they some gangbangers
Hit his ass with that, it's a game changer
He be flashing money in front of hoes, he a lame ain't he
I don't even wanna fuck, I want brain baby
He can't come around them sack runners if he ain't gang baby
GabeWorld and SkinoLand that's the same baby
I'm a real n***a, I cannot let the fame change me
I'm a Beecher ass n***a, I be talking crazy
I done fell off before man that shit made me
You better put that money up, 'cause that shit gone save you
I can't work for nobody, man that shit like slavery
You can't let a n***a hoe you, they gone think it's gravy
Soon as your ass get some money she wanna have your baby
Imma keep trapping hard like Eastside 80
You keep fucking all the fiends you gone have a Eastside baby
[Outro]
That n***a keep fuckin all the fiends
That n***a gone have a Eastside baby man
Baby gone be from the Eastside
Ion know 'bout yall but our Eastside fucked up
That's where the fiends at
Yung Sack Runner