EA lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Intro: Young Nudy]
Yo
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Yeah, I'm from the middle finger
I'm from the Eastside, five, Zone 6
East Atlanta, EA
Brick city, yeah
Licks, all that sh*t
(That way)
Sticks, all that sh*t
Hoes, set a n*gga up, all that sh*t
Yeah, all that sh*t
In the club, beat a n*gga ass, take a n*gga chain, all that sh*t

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I'm from the five, middle finger, Zone 6
Dirty land, dirty sticks
Bad b*tches gettin' hit
Put a n*gga on a lick
Rob a n*gga for a brick
Rob a n*gga for his sh*t
Young n*gga fall off, turn into a snitch
Never turn into a b*tch
Gotta keep it cool, homie, rob his ass quick
Never fallin' off, do a n*gga bad, rob him for his stash (Do that)
n*gga talkin' like he a real gangster, put that stick on his ass (Yeah, shoot that)
Gotta keep that sh*t one-hunnid with you, never switch on your mans (Yeah, one-hunnid)
Go and get some money, gotta get some money
Never hold your hand
[Verse 1: Young Nudy]
I'm the type of motherf*cker n*gga never had my hand out (Never, n*gga)
Stupid motherf*cker, in my pocket n*gga, know I got my cash hangin' out (Fifties, hunnids)
Big thirty on that motherf*cker, long ways know that b*tch hangin' out (Thirties)
Bad b*tch, late night, with the Slimeball know she like to hang out
Middle finger with the 5, Zone 6, b*tch, that's where I hang out (EA)
Apartments, late night, where a motherf*cker like to do them shootouts (Slime)
You ain't bout' what you talkin' bout', you can't hang out (Hang out)
Please don't try to jump off the porch, you too old now
Lame-ass n*gga (Lame-ass n*gga)
Wannabe street n*gga (Damn)
Sweet-ass n*gga (Sweet-ass n*gga)
Put on the plate, eat, n*gga (Eat up)
You ain't bout it, n*gga (You ain't bout it, n*gga)
I been in the street (Streets)
(For how long, slime?)
Since I was like thirteen, n*gga (Damn)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I'm from the five, middle finger, Zone 6
Dirty land, dirty sticks
Bad b*tches gettin' hit
Put a n*gga on a lick
Rob a n*gga for a brick
Rob a n*gga for his sh*t
Young n*gga fall off, turn into a snitch
Never turn into a b*tch
Gotta keep it cool, homie, rob his ass quick
Never fallin' off, do a n*gga bad, rob him for his stash (Do that)
n*gga talkin' like he a real gangster, put that stick on his ass (Yeah, shoot that)
Gotta keep that sh*t one-hunnid with you, never switch on your mans (Yeah, one-hunnid)
Go and get some money, gotta get some money
Never hold your hand
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Middle finger with the five (6)
Tinted windows when we slide (Sticks)
Glock-40, Draco, know I'm ridin' round', n*gga, with the slime (Slime)
Shoot a n*gga in his spine (Spine)
n*ggas snitch to cut time (21)
We the Fox 5 gang, n*ggas gettin' whacked snitchin' on mine (Facts)
Back it up, back it up
.223 gon' make a n*gga back it up (21)
Tryna strip a n*gga, gotta change my outfit, n*gga
It ain't black enough (You dig)
Bouldercrest Road, Glenwood Road
Name a hood out-whackin' us (6)
n*ggas runnin' to their plug cryin'
Sayin', "Slaughter Gang keep taxing us" (pus*y)
I get them racks and then I stack it up (21)
This is not a Scat Pack, this a Hellcat and it's on angel dust (Pow-pow)
n*gga, breaking news gang
f*ck n*gga, we dangerous (You dig)
I get inside that pus*y, beat her back out
Yeah, you know a n*gga strangle her (I did)
That fake-ass jewelry tangled up (21)

[Chorus: Young Nudy]
I'm from the five, middle finger, Zone 6
Dirty land, dirty sticks
Bad b*tches gettin' hit
Put a n*gga on a lick
Rob a n*gga for a brick
Rob a n*gga for his sh*t
Young n*gga fall off, turn into a snitch
Never turn into a b*tch
Gotta keep it cool, homie, rob his ass quick
Never fallin' off, do a n*gga bad, rob him for his stash (Do that)
n*gga talkin' like he a real gangster, put that stick on his ass (Yeah, shoot that)
Gotta keep that sh*t one-hunnid with you, never switch on your mans (Yeah, one-hunnid)
Go and get some money, gotta get some money
Never hold your hand
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