Party on the East Cide lyrics

[Intro]
(Tha New Cartel Music)
Yeah, aye

[Hook]
It’s time to throw a party, f*ck it
Call my n*ggas and go up
4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up
Now I been there, done that, hood sh*t
Run that, b*tch don’t live this way
You better stop popping pills, n*ggas live and they learn
n*ggas still wanna place, so I’m taking they turn
When you keep that sh*t real, that’s to straighten they nerves
If a n*gga get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve
On gang, let me show you how the east side do it
We gang bang, but my n*ggas from the west side too
We do thangs, I’mma do the best I can do
Hit me back in a minute, gotta get this loot

[Verse 1]
Now f*ck that, where you at? Tell the DJ "run it back"
How the f*ck you lose a sack? Better remember where it’s at
But I’m lit so f*ck it, why every time I come around everybody always need somthin'?
Now I ain’t got time for this sh*t
I don’t give a f*ck about no b*tch
Yes, I never spend a dime on a b*tch
b*tch, I’m focused on my money, hoe I’m worried 'bout my chips
[Hook]
On gang, let me show you how the east side do it
We gang bang, but my n*ggas from the west side too
We do thangs, I’mma do the best I can do
Hit me back in a minute, gotta get this loot
It’s time to throw a party, f*ck it
Call my n*ggas and go up
4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up
Now I been there, done that, hood sh*t
Run that, b*tch don’t live this way
You better stop popping pills, n*ggas live and they learn
n*ggas still wanna place, so I’m taking they turn
When you keep that sh*t real, that’s to straighten they nerves
If a n*gga get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve, on gang

[Verse 2]
Look, now one, don’t touch none of my sh*t
Two, you can have a cup and that’s it
Three, whoever don’t like it can dip
Give a f*ck how they feel, on the gang, that’s it
Hoe, stop saying my name 'cause you wearing it out
Give a f*ck how they feel, they gon' respect my house
We’ll knock a n*gga out, keep running your mouth
We ain’t f*cking with them n*ggas doing sh*t for clout
Now f*ck that, where they at?
Baby Sleep, grab the strap
You already know where it’s at
Put these n*ggas on they back
How I’m trippin', n*gga f*ck 'em
Why every time I come around everybody always act tough?
b*tch, I ain’t got time for this sh*t
I don’t give a f*ck about no b*tch
Yes, I never spend a dime on a b*tch
b*tch I’m focused on my money, hoe I’m worried 'bout my chips
[Hook]
It’s time to throw a party, f*ck it
Call my n*ggas and go up
4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up
Now I been there, done that, hood sh*t
Run that, b*tch don’t live this way
You better stop popping pills, n*ggas live and they learn
n*ggas still wanna place, so I’m taking they turn
When you keep that sh*t real, that’s to straighten they nerves
If a n*gga get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve
On gang!

[Outro]
(Tha New Cartel Music)