Eastside sh*t lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo]
Eastside sh*t
Eastside sh*t
f*ck the other side
Eastside sh*t

[Verse 1: King Louie]
Smoke dope with the killas, been real with the hittas, my n*ggas is drillas
Dirty money to the reaper, I die if a b*tch come and get us
The b*tch with me bad, my gun in her bag, my hand on her ass
Sneak dissas is irrelevant with they anonymous ass
Suppressor on the tip of xd, so they won't hear when it blast
Shoot him in the face a couple time, just to make sure he die fast

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
Me and Louie in the Jag, off flats that's 30 clips in a stash
Pull up on the block and if he run, we put 30 clips in his ass
Smoking dope with the killas, dont know no new n*ggas, get poked for your figures
Me and bro in the kitchen, 44 on his waist, 30 blows on skillet
When we roll on them n*ggas, up poles on them n*ggas, don't blow at civilians
Now we smoking and chilling, put 4s in my sprite til I doze off my pivot

[Verse 3: King Louie]
I'm balling no pivot, I just hit a lick it was tall as a mansion
All these Jesus Pieces that I got on they think I'm religious
Couldn't catch his ass in the summer time, f*ck it we kill em on Christmas
They like what they did to that young on Christmas, this sh*t ridiculous
f*ck all these b*tches, f*ck these b*tch n*ggas, die for my n*ggas
Most of my n*ggas Crackers or killas, Benjamin gettas
[Verse 4: G Herbo]
I dont got feelings, whack a n*gga and put di*k in his sister
I dont trust them n*ggas, see money don't talk to him, he might be snitching
We found out he snitching, ran in his house left him flat in the kitchen
50 shots in the "K", every shot let it spray left his face on the dishes
Show no love for a b*tch, she can't get sh*t from me but a nut some swishers
We just f*ck we dont kick it, bust on her butt out the door gotta get it

[Verse 5: King Louie]
I don't love these b*tches or these hoes, f*ck they thought, I love my money
Put money on a n*gga head, told foe'nem to kill him on monday
Whack a n*gga in America then I go chill out in London
Beat a n*gga in the club, he leave with his head like a pumpkin
I paid so much for my smile its like it got diamonds or something
AK be going through houses, you better get down when its dumping

[Verse 6: G Herbo]
Most of these n*ggas be bluffing, these n*ggas ain't getting no money
He ride through the strip like he stuntin, well f*ck it he just gone get trunked then
I knew he was bluffing, you don't got no money, well pay us in drugs then
You don't got the drugs, you don't got the money, well take all the slugs then