East Side n*ggas lyrics

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Look
Take the [?] walk away scott free
I'll take it to trial, and we both can get a five piece
I ain’t never punched the clock or a time sheat
But I was really on that block, with a nine piece
Yacht master, cost a whole hundred
2022 [?], nother 4 something
These n*ggas rap cap, llike ain't never sold nothing
Intairigation room, ain't never told nothing
From the eastside life, I’ve been fighting the feds
You ever had a half a million stuffed under your bed?
Lil mama bad, but shе good with her head
He might just gеt a bag, if she do what I said

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Always geeking off the lean, take a four to the head
Look Cudi tweeking off them beans, lil bro off the xans
Drink the purp right uot the bottle, we pour up the red
I get 50000 for a show, on the road with the fiends
[?] on my Maybach, had to bless the tires
[?] n*ggas act like cops, we gotta check for wires
I'm sick as hell, you got fake Cuban, boy, your neck a lier
[?] the cookie bolls with some [?] stretch the fire
We was f*cked up in them trentches, now we filthy rich
Got 20 chains at my show, I feel like Philthy Rich
Threw a button on that Glock, this b*tch gon' really switch
Pull up on the block, it's 30 foreigns and like 50 sticks
[Verse 3: JUST BANG]
Look
Eh, this Carti on my wrist, this b*tch like 30 some
Told the b*tch don't bring the Wok, she better not pour me none
Last week, I just seen Phil spend a hundred some
He looked at me like lil bro, you know this sh*t is nothing
I just got like ten for what's her name, I told her keep it coming
Just f*cked my n*gga baby mama, tryna keep her coming
Keep it off the net if n*ggas saw me, n*ggas, send me some
I got a switch on every gun, don't gotta push a button
Trackhalk, keep that b*tch in nutral, baby, keep it running
Bounce out, hit a n*gga window, I just [/?] a hundred
Them ain't Cartis on your face, you lil boy’s a lier
b*tches on my di*k, they sucking hard, just like a pacifier
Them ain’t Cartis on your face, you lil boy's a lier
b*tches on my di*k, they sucking hard, just like a pacifier

[Verse 4: Peezy]
Pull up on me now, come suck and f*ck on me, you feel me?
Young n*gga paid [?] VVS’s, now he think he [?]
Slide through the section, don't need protection, I got my own blick
I give your ass a bag, you f*ck it up, you better not ask for sh*t
Been ducking feds [?] keep that on the low
Still have nightmares in my bed, 'bout them kicking in the door
Real street n*gga, ain't no smoke or nothing on me
Ain’t no stane or nothing on my jacket
I ain't got nothing on my teeth
When they came and snatched me up, I did my time, keep it [?]
I don't need n*ggas vouch for me, my paperwork and paper speak
I'm from Seeder Grove Street
6 Myle boys ain't ducking [?]
You know how we bleed
We got perkasets and Wok pints, but them b*tches green
Rooky tried to overcharge me, f*ck you think I'm green?