[Intro]
(Travis on the track)
[Chorus: Zoe Osama]
Big stove on me, wrist froze on me
I gotta watch how I move, n***as fold on me
I tried to keep it cool with n***as, but they told on me
So I gotta fuck they bitch if they gon' roll for me
Bitch I'm from Coast Gang, you see the gang when you see me
Big things, ain't no props, bitch, this all me
And fuck a DA, how they gon' prove it if they ain't saw me?
And keep your mouth closed 'cause if you seen it, you ain't saw me
You feel me?
I keep it real, do you hear me?
Put a bag on your head and act surprised when they kill him
Bitch, I'm Easty, it get Easty
How you fall in love with a ho and she easy?
And how you gon' talk about me, n***a, and you need me?
All these bitches try to act classy, but they sleazy
And how you n***as tough on Instagram? You need a DP
If I see a murder, I'ma treat it like I'm Stevie, believe me, ayy
[Verse 1: Zoe Osama]
Man, what's up with all you fuck n***as?
Talkin' 'bout a n***a 'cause a n***a just don't fuck with you
Throwin' dirt all on my name 'cause I ain't stuck with you
Keep playin' with my name, you and your homies gon' duck with you
Sucker n***a, stop askin' if I fucked her
If she wanted you in her bed, she would've told you, motherfucker
Should've signed with SOB, I'm strictly only brothers
And I ain't fuckin' with you n***as wearin' purses under covers
Fag n***as, toe tag n***as
Tryna hang with everybody 'cause you sad, n***a
You hit the county and turned it down, that's your bad, n***a
I'm just thankin' God that I ain't nothin' like these past n***as
See it in your face, wipe your face, boy, you mad, n***a
Keep it on my waist, I ain't nothin' like her last n***a
If I hit it first, I put that bitch up in her past, n***a
And she gon' double back 'cause I ain't nothin' like her last n***a
[Verse 2: Tapri Grams]
I'm nothin' like that last n***a, I do her like her last n***a
I'm nothin' like them last n***as, do you like them last n***as
Baby want a 'site cracker, baby want a bag getter (Wop, wop)
These n***as act like bitches, might as well go and brag with 'em
Baby real Easty, but she got a lil' cash with her
Make it jump, baby, come and ride it like a two-seater
Smokin' on a seven while I'm ridin' with that nina
I got your baby mama doin' scams on her Visa (Run it up)
Bitch, you ain't good enough for leftover pizzas
I stay with blue Franks and I ain't talkin' 'bout Aretha
I shot out to Mike James, he start singin' just like Tina (He a bitch)
My diamonds blue, I went and copped a blue Bimmer
My 40 got a big head just like Gina
I burnt the block up so stocky, that's ether
Baby pussy good, but she know she not a keeper
A bustdown Rollie-Pollie, got it off the Visa
[Chorus: Zoe Osama]
Big stove on me, wrist froze on me
I gotta watch how I move, n***as fold on me
I tried to keep it cool with n***as, but they told on me
So I gotta fuck they bitch if they gon' roll for me
Bitch I'm from Coast Gang, you see the gang when you see me
Big things, ain't no props, bitch, this all me
And fuck a DA, how they gon' prove it if they ain't saw me?
And keep your mouth closed 'cause if you seen it, you ain't saw me
You feel me?
I keep it real, do you hear me?
Put a bag on your head and act surprised when they kill him
Bitch, I'm Easty, it get Easty
How you fall in love with a ho and she easy?
And how you gon' talk about me, n***a, and you need me?
All these bitches try to act classy, but they sleazy
And how you n***as tough on Instagram? You need a DP
If I see a murder, I'ma treat it like I'm Stevie, believe me, ayy
