Ea$tside lyrics
by Gucci Mane
[Produced by J. Padron & Young Roc]
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
f*ck 'em up
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
[Verse 1: Trinidad James]
I'm in DC with the Glizzy's, Cali, call up Nipsey
In Philly, I know Meek, I know Meek and Omelly
I call up Bigga Rankin, n*gga down in that Tally'
Shout out to them bad b*tches, KOD, Miami
Salute to them Haitian n*ggas, out there in Little Haiti
Salute to Jimmy n*gga, Harlem going crazy
I'm good n*gga even in Texas, better watch what you rap about
I call up the Prince Boys, I know you heard about Rap-a-Lot
b*tch!
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
f*ck 'em up
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
Guwop or doo-wop
I'm a trap n*gga, I'm not hip-hop
Jumping out a Phantom with the Louis flip-flops
My clip long like tube socks
If you say something, I'mma spray something
Wanna f*ck something and I'mma pay something
Had a threesome with your BM
And my young n*ggas'll take some
Take money to make money
I'm a great ape with this AK
Banana clip for these monkey n*ggas
I'm a millionaire, but a country n*gga
Half a mil on a dice game
Three mil on my ice game
Was all good 'til your wife came
It's Gucci Mane, you in my lane
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
f*ck 'em up
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
Quarter million dollar worth of jewelry, I'm a lick
You haters sittin' plottin', y'all n*ggas ain't gonna do sh*t
My name ringing bells cause I done took a lot of bricks
Independent major label deal, I'm filthy rich
Little Mexico lingo, we got a home where we make kilos
You say you move kilos but n*gga, you still stuck on zeroes
Fake rappers, I don't like, all I rap is white
VVS my ice, n*gga, f*ck your highest price
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
f*ck 'em up
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
[Verse 4: Alley Boy]
Alley Boy don't play, Little Trouble don't play
Big Black don't play, Little Ricky don't play
Get your take, new face in the A
These young shooters gonna do what I say
New king of the south, they can't do sh*t
Atta boy, 2Pac in '96
But I ain't get shot, I'mma kill me a b*tch
Get Zone 6, I'mma wrap these bricks
See tie-dye, Lord, eye for an eye
War cry n*gga, these bullets gonna fly
From 1 to 6 dare n*gga to try
pus*y went blind from all that fire
With my gold grill and my gold Bentley
Black father, n*gga, no flexin'
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t
f*ck 'em up, you better stay ready
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
f*ck 'em up
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
[Verse 5: Childish Gambino]
Pull up in an Audi, they don't know sh*t about me
These rappers are so inventive, your Maserati is rented
My second house is in Venice, 3rd in Kaua'i
I got a bird cause I'm fly, I don't wanna brag
These n*ggas wanna break my neck, they could
I'm a buck fifty when soaking wet, my hood
Got a clear port and an ocean deck
I made a hater eat words, watch him choke to death
Back for more, f*ck it, I'mma rap some more
I got some white girls with me like I'm Macklemore
My back is sore, from whippin' in the Jaguar
I'm the goat like a motherf*cking Capricorn
Yeah, I hate whack n*ggas, that's my f*cking problem (Tru!)
I'm too turned up like like the f*cking volume
These n*ggas get dropped like my f*cking albums
Eastside, Stone Mountain
[Chorus: Trinidad James]
f*ck 'em up
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
You don't like me n*gga, then fight (f*ck 'em up)
Fight, fight (fight, fight)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t, I said now (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)
Y'all n*ggas can't do sh*t (b*tch)