EastSide Baby Lyrics

504, stand the fuck up, nigga

To that east, nigga, you know what it is

Yo, well, let me take you to the neck of my woods

Eastside, baby, where they claim to have more bloods than suge

Catch em on Sunday at the D shop, rollin' up woods

7012E, P block might, scroll through the hood

Niggas saying' they havin' motion, but I ain't seeing' no pull

What's beef, nigga, when you really feedin' them wolves

What's beef, nigga, when you gettin' money, they wishin' they could

What's beef, cause my hittas really up to no good

I'm gettin' wings from Eastside, my girl tweakin' bout a bag

She know when it's time to, uh, I'm just rubbin' on that ass

Dirty money like Diddy, she want go with me real bad

Blowin' my phone up while I'm in it, nigga, that be makin' me mad

Top of the line, top tier top shelf, I'm bout my money

Play with me, bitch, you gon' be broke around Treehouse this Sunday

Believe that, you can get your team whacked

I might go for the top, but I can't fuck if that head whack

Any niggas speakin' on gang, we tryna see who said that

Niggas ain't slidin' for they mans, tryna get they head back

Havin' my way with this shit, I'm tryna double stack

After you do some fraud shit, it ain't no comin' back

(You dig?)Bigger the bully, bigger the bullet

I got my feet in the game, nigga, and I ain't wearin' no footies

I bet the house on my shit, yeah, I need me a bookie

I'm in the A, movin' around with Dxx like I'm up in the city

I'm sick and tired of these niggas, I'm sick and tired of these bitches

I'm a shark in the water, man, these niggas be fishes

30 stickin' out of the jacket, my hitta move with extensions

Cut them fake motherfuckers helpin', they'll hold it against ya

I'm really sick with this shit, no COVID symptoms

Niggas left cause they was too big-headed, I'm still on a mission

Loyalty always in the mix, me nd, my dawgs never switchin

I stopped fuckin' with this one lil' thang cause I was tired of her bitchin

I told la brody nem chill, they got the drop and they tempting

You don't want them to find a spot, they loadin' up and they blitzin

We came up off paper plates, silver spoons, not in the kitchen

Even though I don't miss, I'm still droppin' rags to riches

Well, let me take you to the neck of my woods

Eastside, baby, where they claim to have more bloods than suge

Catch em' on Sundays at the D Shop, yeah, rollin' up woods

7012E, P block might, scroll through the hood

Niggas sayin' they havin' all this motion, but I ain't seeing' no pull

What's beef, nigga, when you really feedin' them wolves

What's beef, nigga, when you gettin' money, they wishin' they could

What's beef, cause my hitta's really up to no good