King Louie, Lil Herb - EastSide Shit lyrics
[King Louie, Lil Herb - EastSide Shit lyrics]
Smoke dope with the killas
Been real with da hittas
My niggas is drillas
Dirty money to the reaper
I die if a bitch come n get us
The bitch with me bad my gun in ha bag
My hand on ha ass
Sneak dissas are irrelevant
With they anonymous ass
Suppressor on da tip of xd
So they won't hear when it blast
Shoot em in da face a couple time
Jus to make sure he die fast
Me n Louie in da Jag
Off flex that's 30 clips in a stash
Pull up on da block and if he run
We put 30 clips in his ass
Smoking dope with the killas
Don't know no new niggas
Get poked for yo figures
Me n bro in da kitchen 44 on his wasit
30 blows on skillet
When we roll on dem niggas
Up poles on dem niggas
Don't blow at civilians
Now we smoking and chilling
Put 4s in my sprite til I doze off my pivot
I'm balling no pivot
I jus hit a lick it was tall as midget
All these Jesus pieces that I got on
They think I'm religious
Couldn't catch his ass in da summer time
Fuck it we kill em on christmas
Dey like what dey did to
Dat young on christmas this shit ridiculous
Fuck all dese bitches fuck dese bitch niggas
Die for my niggas most of my niggas
Crackers or killas benjamin gettas
I don't got no feelings
Whack a nigga and put dick in his sista
I don't trust them niggas
See money don't talk to him
He might be snitching
We found out he snitching
Ran in his house left him flat in da kitchen
50 shots in da K
Every shot let it spray left
His face on da dishes
Show no love for a bitch
She can't get shit from me
But a nut some swishers
We jus fuck we don't kick it
Bust on her butt out the door gotta get it
Been real with da hittas
My niggas is drillas
Dirty money to the reaper
I die if a bitch come n get us
The bitch with me bad my gun in ha bag
My hand on ha ass
Sneak dissas are irrelevant
With they anonymous ass
Suppressor on da tip of xd
So they won't hear when it blast
Shoot em in da face a couple time
Jus to make sure he die fast
Me n Louie in da Jag
Off flex that's 30 clips in a stash
Pull up on da block and if he run
We put 30 clips in his ass
Smoking dope with the killas
Don't know no new niggas
Get poked for yo figures
Me n bro in da kitchen 44 on his wasit
30 blows on skillet
When we roll on dem niggas
Up poles on dem niggas
Don't blow at civilians
Now we smoking and chilling
Put 4s in my sprite til I doze off my pivot
I'm balling no pivot
I jus hit a lick it was tall as midget
All these Jesus pieces that I got on
They think I'm religious
Couldn't catch his ass in da summer time
Fuck it we kill em on christmas
Dey like what dey did to
Dat young on christmas this shit ridiculous
Fuck all dese bitches fuck dese bitch niggas
Die for my niggas most of my niggas
Crackers or killas benjamin gettas
I don't got no feelings
Whack a nigga and put dick in his sista
I don't trust them niggas
See money don't talk to him
He might be snitching
We found out he snitching
Ran in his house left him flat in da kitchen
50 shots in da K
Every shot let it spray left
His face on da dishes
Show no love for a bitch
She can't get shit from me
But a nut some swishers
We jus fuck we don't kick it
Bust on her butt out the door gotta get it