Eastside Paris - Intro

Come on, P
Yeah
Come on, P
Aight

Me and P, real step brothers
I told my nigga that we next, brother
Niggas hoes, when we shoot, niggas take cover
I'll put a nigga in the clouds like a Drake cover

Don't start nothing you can't stop, I'll break something
Can't bring gang around many they gon' take something
Lay a nigga flat outback, had to steak something
Blood gotta stay on the farm, his name Jake something

Bro take yo shit without consent, he'll rape something
I ain't used to have no money, I had to make some
I'll punch a bitch in her shit, I'll Ray something
Don't ask me to hit the blunt, is you gon' pay something

I fell in love with codeine at like eight something
Boy quit cappin' in them raps, you ain't gon' take nothin'
If it ain't Gloccy, best believe that I'm a K somethin'
Come and find me, I ain't hidin', I'ma face somethin'

Get to beatin' on the boards like Andre Drummond,
Don't be talkin' bout them hits if you ain't comin'
Treat his whip like Maco, I'ma paint somethin'
Yeah, nah, I ain't a red nose, but I'ma shake somethin'

I ain't gon' lie, we can take it there
Before niggas touch the gang, they better say they prayers
Yeah, I bet you niggas ain't gon' touch a hair
Sloppy roll, pink and green, nigga, Bel-Air

Yeah, I'm straight up out the jungle, nature boy like I'm Ric Flair
Don't be tryna bring no beat to the streets and do yo' shit
How you bounce out on yo' kicks and fucc em' up this like yo sixth pair
Feeling like Jamal Crawford, y'all ain't fuccin' with the sixth man

Come On P

Written by:
PHIL JAMEL JOHNSON

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