Eastside Jump Shot lyrics

[Hook]
Wanna be a baller
Shot caller
Big AK, pop a n*gga collar
Mob up, get that paper right
Big squad bouta get paid tonight

[Verse]
We hit the eastside, I’m on my 13-3-5
I been shooting jump shots and scrapping since knee high
n*ggas mad at me cause they still wearing Levi’s
f*ck a Levi, f*ck a rocking and a revive
I meant revise, spent 2 bands, throw the peace sign
f*ck a Nissan, yo baby momma driving Neon
Skuba Deon, Primetime on the peon
Yi Jianlian, you used to ball n*gga
You see how we rock, wish you can ball with us
Naw n*gga, we the ones pulling choppas on y’all n*gga
If my brother call, we gone knock a n*gga off
So much sauce, got a b*tch lost in it
Headmoore n*gga, Fan Lee and Ross singing
Joan Beana got a plan, said she seen the boss seen me
Hit a n*gga wife, I done hit a n*gga wife
You don’t know me pus*y, you don’t live a n*gga life
Act tough, black buffs, still dealing with the white
Did that work locked up, had to sit in the light
Had a n*gga locked up cause I ain’t have no CC Dub
But a n*gga need a gun, more than he need love
Give me all the plugs, tryna turn these 50s into Hunds n*gga
Get her done, gramma jugging off of jitterbug
Get her feelings crushed, you ain’t met no n*ggas real as us
Ain’t no killing us, take a bullet, bet I still a bust
Choppa bullets f*ck his ceiling up, f*ck the building up
Money building up, stack this sh*t and I might build me something
You can feel it coming, shoot that b*tch like Bradley Beal or something
Trap still jumping, wish a n*gga would steal something
We got real money and my main b*tch a real one (x3)
[Hook]
Wanna be a Baller, shot caller
Big AK, pop a n*gga collar
Mob up, get that paper right
Big squad bout to get paid tonight (x2)

We hit the eastside..