[Hook: GMEBE Bandz]
Bitch im from the eastside
Where we known to let the heat rise
Where we bustin' like a street sign
Pull up on you windows drop on a nissan
And we doublin back just like a rewind
And we sippin' on this lean like teatime
Say he a driller, but we know he lyin'
Its real shit he a bitch like a feline
And we getting to the sack like a D-Line
Bitch im from the eastside
Where we known to let the heat rise
Where we bustin' like a street sign
Pull up on you windows drop on a nissan
And we doublin back just like a rewind
And we sippin' on this lean like teatime
Say he a driller, but we know he lyin'
Its real shit he a bitch like a feline
And we getting to the sack like a D-Line

[Verse 1: GMEBE Bandz]
B-b-Bitch you from the east side
Ooh we throwing up the deuce no peace sign
Real mans get bands how we grind
Droppin' dimes how you talk about he fake
Well I don't really give a fuck what he say, or she say
Stuff a brick in a rental like freeway
Move it then we sell it all no ebay
And then we do it again just like a replay
And if you want it we got it with no delay
But I'm working 'round clock don't be late
I'll keep 22 shots like CDay
And got a thot that gon' do whatever the team say
Got bands should do a feature with Green Day
Talkin' slick gon tell your ass to behave
Since I hit its the run up on you like D-Day
We all well on the block and my team straight
And they shootin' in broad day like DGainz
If you really want war let it be known
They gon' throw it right at you like Tbow
So you can catch a touchdown in the end zone
You a lame you steady stuck in the friendzone
Boy I'm racing to this money like enzo
Movin slo-mo from too many benzos
But i'm never fallin' off [?]

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[Verse 2: Lil Chief Dinero]
GME EBE we them real n***as
Over easy real hell cause we squeeze triggers
Turn up wit' the squad and we lead n***as
[?]
Free Fetty, free Dead, free Chief Mo
So we can post up, and go and drill wit' 'em
Pop pills, sip lean, and go and chill wit' 'em
We get a check get 'em pills and them boss issues
Think you finna beat me the whole gang get you
I got some GME girls that will hang witchu
Then have us come through chopper spraying missiles
And you know a lot of 'em still out here
And he always juggin, he a nightmare
Run up on your money wit me he don't fight fair
And if you hoes no where we need that
Like a bus fare I keep my gun over easy no trust here
Road blockers say I'm sure we post up like a street sign
So we ride on the ops and we let them heats fly
Not a ops ten line when they call peace nine (yeah they calling peace nine)
But we ain't goin, my n***as love blowin
We from the east side it's the heart of my city
We be riding with them fifties, riding hard through the city
Catch a lord its a body we the hottest in the city, GANG!

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