It Get Easty lyrics

[Intro]
(Travis on the track)

[Chorus: Zoe Osama]
Big stove on me, wrist froze on me
I gotta watch how I move, n*ggas fold on me
I tried to keep it cool with n*ggas, but they told on me
So I gotta f*ck they b*tch if they gon' roll for me
b*tch I'm from Coast Gang, you see the gang when you see me
Big things, ain't no props, b*tch, this all me
And f*ck a DA, how they gon' prove it if they ain't saw me?
And keep your mouth closed 'cause if you seen it, you ain't saw me
You feel me?
I keep it real, do you hear me?
Put a bag on your head and act surprised when they kill him
b*tch, I'm Easty, it get Easty
How you fall in love with a ho and she easy?
And how you gon' talk about me, n*gga, and you need me?
All these b*tches try to act classy, but they sleazy
And how you n*ggas tough on Instagram? You need a DP
If I see a murder, I'ma treat it like I'm Stevie, believe me, ayy

[Verse 1: Zoe Osama]
Man, what's up with all you f*ck n*ggas?
Talkin' 'bout a n*gga 'cause a n*gga just don't f*ck with you
Throwin' dirt all on my name 'cause I ain't stuck with you
Keep playin' with my name, you and your homies gon' duck with you
Sucker n*gga, stop askin' if I f*cked her
If she wanted you in her bed, she would've told you, motherf*cker
Should've signed with SOB, I'm strictly only brothers
And I ain't f*ckin' with you n*ggas wearin' purses under covers
Fag n*ggas, toe tag n*ggas
Tryna hang with everybody 'cause you sad, n*gga
You hit the county and turned it down, that's your bad, n*gga
I'm just thankin' God that I ain't nothin' like these past n*ggas
See it in your face, wipe your face, boy, you mad, n*gga
Keep it on my waist, I ain't nothin' like her last n*gga
If I hit it first, I put that b*tch up in her past, n*gga
And she gon' double back 'cause I ain't nothin' like her last n*gga
[Verse 2: Tapri Grams]
I'm nothin' like that last n*gga, I do her like her last n*gga
I'm nothin' like them last n*ggas, do you like them last n*ggas
Baby want a 'site cracker, baby want a bag getter (Wop, wop)
These n*ggas act like b*tches, might as well go and brag with 'em
Baby real Easty, but she got a lil' cash with her
Make it jump, baby, come and ride it like a two-seater
Smokin' on a seven while I'm ridin' with that nina
I got your baby mama doin' scams on her Visa (Run it up)
b*tch, you ain't good enough for leftover pizzas
I stay with blue Franks and I ain't talkin' 'bout Aretha
I shot out to Mike James, he start singin' just like Tina (He a b*tch)
My diamonds blue, I went and copped a blue Bimmer
My 40 got a big head just like Gina
I burnt the block up so stocky, that's ether
Baby pus*y good, but she know she not a keeper
A bustdown Rollie-Pollie, got it off the Visa

[Chorus: Zoe Osama]
Big stove on me, wrist froze on me
I gotta watch how I move, n*ggas fold on me
I tried to keep it cool with n*ggas, but they told on me
So I gotta f*ck they b*tch if they gon' roll for me
b*tch I'm from Coast Gang, you see the gang when you see me
Big things, ain't no props, b*tch, this all me
And f*ck a DA, how they gon' prove it if they ain't saw me?
And keep your mouth closed 'cause if you seen it, you ain't saw me
You feel me?
I keep it real, do you hear me?
Put a bag on your head and act surprised when they kill him
b*tch, I'm Easty, it get Easty
How you fall in love with a ho and she easy?
And how you gon' talk about me, n*gga, and you need me?
All these b*tches try to act classy, but they sleazy
And how you n*ggas tough on Instagram? You need a DP
If I see a murder, I'ma treat it like I'm Stevie, believe me, ayy