Chetta - Riding Thru the Eastbank

Yes all i smoke xans down all my throat
Semis all we tote two phones on blow

Blow more, roll more smell like new ports
Who knows what i call
Be my guest, by your own
Buy my own, pay my own, don't need a loan
Who buy your home
Most known, others don't need to know
Im in my zone, you can go
Is best to leave me alone
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Don't need nobody round me
Parish round, hold them down
Still they fucking doubt me, handle mine
Handle place like a men
Did some wins take some Ls
Never happend again yes all i smoke
Xans down all my throat semis all we tote
Two phones on blow

Getting throat, pouring more
Money call, boof, ounces
Thats a gualla, attack, shot em
Dome, doctor, a fiction, tap out
Who need it, i got it, who stunning, i cap em
We trappin, is backwards, whole squad
No actors yes all i smoke
Xans down all my throat semis all we tote
Two phones on blow yes all i smoke
Xans down all my throat semis all we tote
Two phones on blow

Written by:
Joshua Marchetta

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