From the Eastside

[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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