Sleazy Reese - EastSide (feat. Stevie Stone & SDS)

What you trying to do
We can get some bust another pack
Ima flip some big gun with a beam on
What you here for nigga
My niggas been banging since the flip phone nigga
All gas no brakes fuck what a nigga say
Don't need no bitch I need cash in the bank
Get buck get pack out
I be in my own lane what you mad bout
I came up a long way from the pj's
When I roll up now my weed stake
I run this shit up like a relay
I need my money no delay
Bitch I sell out like a sweep stake
Just got a check so I bet on myself
Smoking that medical only top shelf
Swear to god ima take this
Motherfuckers been sleeping on my greatness
No nigga shake this

Give me that
Bust two shots come and get it back
Hold up talk don't get in that
Masked up shots out the mini van
Eastside when I ride but I live in the south
Where I'm from niggas want see what your bout
Keep that Glock on my waistline
Some niggas wait but I take mine lets goo

Give me that
Posted with the click with fendi pack
Bitch I can't lie got the mini mack
Inferred beam bet you feeling that
Cool on the block yea I'm in to that
Seven six two run it back
Choppa get the ringing blow his ceiling back
This that bang that

Stevie Stone

Give me that
Bust two shots come and get it back
Hold up talk don't get in that
Masked up shots out the mini van
Eastside when I ride but I live in the south
Where I'm from niggas want see what your bout
Keep that Glock on my waistline
Some niggas wait but I take mine lets goo

I be getting straight to it
In my lane they need to move it
A lot of people talk big but they never really do it
Got blitz on the mix I be getting straight to it
A lot of people really dumb these days
Fake rappers tryna learn my plays
Yea them bitches need to learn they place
Opps always mad they can't keep this pace
I be staying in first all gas no breaks all gas no breaks
It's the same bitches talking be the ones that quit
I can never slow down I be moving to quick
Out this park imma take what's mine
So it's fuck your shit what you know about stamps
What you know about this what you know about crack
You don't know about this got holes in socks just to pay for the mix
Shooters on sight man they pray for this got to make it to the one hundred and twenty-six

Give me that
Bust two shots come and get it back
Hold up talk don't get in that
Masked up shots out the mini van
Eastside when I ride but I live in the south
where I'm from niggas want see what your bout
Keep that Glock on my waistline
Some niggas wait but I take mine lets goo

Written by:
JOSE GREER, SHANNON WILLIAMS

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