[Chorus: Eastside 80's]
N***as hating, say I lucked up
'Cause I'm banded the fuck up, and I'm fucked up
Think I work this hard, to be fucked up?
Broke n***as hate me, 'cause they fucked up
Hoes that ain't wanna fuck me, wanna fuck
'Cause I'm banded the fuck up, and I'm fucked up
You think I ain't getting money? Got me fucked up
Broke hoes hate me, 'cause they fucked up

[Verse 1: Lou Gram]
You n***as killing for crumbs, [?] fuck with me
I'm a made n***a, really hard to get in touch with me
[?]
Got some young n***as who load clips and start shit
N***as clame they run the city, man, it's our shit
Oh, you fucking that ho too? Well, that's our bitch
I call that bitch [?] same night
Met her ass through a [?] had stage fright
After I do the show, then I'm back on the road
Grab some work, double up, then I'm jacking [?]
What y'all n***as thought? I'm still popping zeros
Getting cake with no cape, feeling like a hero
Feeling like a mob boss, n***a, Rob de Niro
Catch me flying through your hood, in that new Camero
All I know is run them numbers up
It's about to be a cold one, y'all better bundle up
Lou Gram
[Chorus: Eastside 80's]
N***as hating, say I lucked up
'Cause I'm banded the fuck up, and I'm fucked up
Think I work this hard, to be fucked up?
Broke n***as hate me, 'cause they fucked up
Hoes that ain't wanna fuck me, wanna fuck
'Cause I'm banded the fuck up, and I'm fucked up
You think I ain't getting money? Got me fucked up
Broke hoes hate me, 'cause they fucked up

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Broke bitches hate me, 'cause they fucked up
When you hear boss speak, shut the fuck up
Bitch, everything on fleek, from the truck up
Two racks on my feet, n***a, hush up
All these bands on me, I feel like a bankteller
But I'm a trap n***a, slash drank seller
N***a play roles, I'ma have to paint fella
Drink purple and red, but I don't drink yellow
Young Tony Jackaloney, I'm a mob man
But n***a, I'ma eat regardlous, shit is God plan
I got a drank in Minesoda, they get hard in
And n***a, all my n***as eating, I don't starve friends
Me and Louie back to back, in them foreign things
The 760 side to side, this the scoring lane
Had to get rid of that [?] chorus came
The hoes was looking at y'all, until them boys came
[Chorus: Eastside 80's]
N***as hating, say I lucked up
'Cause I'm banded the fuck up, and I'm fucked up
Think I work this hard, to be fucked up?
Broke n***as hate me, 'cause they fucked up
Hoes that ain't wanna fuck me, wanna fuck
'Cause I'm banded the fuck up, and I'm fucked up
You think I ain't getting money? Got me fucked up
Broke hoes hate me, 'cause they fucked up

[Verse 3: Eastside 80's]
Wake up in the [?]
Pocket change from last night, to see what I blew
Quick to count out twenty thousand, leave the house with two
Benihana double rice, and double soup
Riding down [?] with my n***a Lou
Sipping on a dirty sprite, he got one too
In my clean all white buffs, he got on some too
That's a coupe stuffed with that chicken and some mud too
On FaceTime with a thot, and he is too
Free my lil brother [?], he just did two
N***as said fuck me, hoes did too
These n***as hoes, and these hoes, I can't hit too
In the kitchen, playing with the shitsu
[?] more time than what they made Vick do
Spend 500 on a belt when the rent due
Pussy ass n***as, they be hating like a bitch do
[Chorus: Eastside 80's]
N***as hating, say I lucked up
'Cause I'm banded the fuck up, and I'm fucked up
Think I work this hard, to be fucked up?
Broke n***as hate me, 'cause they fucked up
Hoes that ain't wanna fuck me, wanna fuck
'Cause I'm banded the fuck up, and I'm fucked up
You think I ain't getting money? Got me fucked up
Broke hoes hate me, 'cause they fucked up