Eastside Sliding lyrics

[Intro]
Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up

[Verse 1: Idontknowjeffery]
I'm rockin' Fendi, at Wendy's buyin' plenty, with Sidney
New York City, 350 and I'm tipsy, I'm tipsy
You know I'm tipsy, you know I know them Brittanys and Sidneys
I pull up with hickeys and they still suck me and lick me
And my b*tches not strictly di*kly, they know I'm trickin'
Didn't he, didn't he throw all them Benjis, you saw them 50s
Listen, b*tch, I told you do not trust him from the beginning
Yeen listen, yeen listen, get the f*ck on the 750

[Verse 2: Xavier Wulf]
I completely dare a b*tch to try and hit my blunt
I completely dare a n*gga that thought I was a punk
I completely pull up to you b*tch whenever I want
I completely strip a bad b*tch and knock it down
Pull my .46 and go rumble through the town
I cannot be found, I'm in the dungeon trimmin' loud
Told that b*tch "f*ck 12", no cuffin' here allowed
b*tch, that ain't my style, I get giggity goop wild
Wulf Quagmire, I think I'm Jeff, I'm trickin' out
When, where, and how, b*tch, you got me so aroused
I don't need a spouse, I got no time for cat and mouse
Run a b*tch throat, oh, oh, then kick her out
[Verse 3: Idontknowjeffery]
All the stripper women stare at Jeffery stuntin' dummy
I'm sippin' gin and tonic, stomach feelin' funny, dummy
I'm damn near 'bout to vomit, b*tches say they c*mmin', want it
They know I got them hundreds and I know they want it, want it
The HQ is haunted, that's your only warning, yeah
The night is still a youngin, even though it's sunny, aye
And, b*tch, if you don't show me nothing, I don't owe you nothing
All my b*tches pus*y poppin', all my b*tches on something

[Verse 4: Chris Travis]
Thousand on my kicks, boy, leave a n*gga fixed, boy
Makin' sh*t like Hit-Boy, never been no lick, boy
b*tch, I am a drip boy, diamonds on me white, boy
Hangin' out the coupe, b*tch, I'm lookin' like a Spice Boy
All these hoes be goofy, tell her relax like white noise
b*tch, I came from Gucci, just bought some sh*t that wasn't in store
All these n*ggas groupies, they need to go back bein' employed
Like Eazy, b*tch, I'm ruthless, but, b*tch, I am a Water Boy