Eastside Westside lyrics

by

French Montana


[Chorus: French Montana]
Fire them gunshots, cocaine [?]
b*tches be calling, said I don't want you b*tch
Streets didn't want [?]
That's my n*gga Hussle, Montana [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Tryna be [?] hood [?]
[?] snitches [?]

[Verse 1: French Montana]
All I know is killers and brick dealers
All my n*ggas break didgets down in 6 minutes
I'm sick with it
My heart colder than 6 fridges
[?]
I'm in the club, 2 bottles, 6 b*tches
[?] dice game [?]
Snitches try to ride the wave, but they don't sound like
[?] tryna chill on
Couple pills, couple b*tches on the pill, f*ck a deal
All the young n*ggas been straight
[?]
2 chains [?]
Got me high as a kite, I can't sit straight
n*ggas album ain't f*cking with the mixtape
[Chorus: French Montana]
Fire them gunshots, cocaine [?]
b*tches be calling, said I don't want you b*tch
Streets didn't want [?]
That's my n*gga Hussle, Montana [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Tryna be [?] hood [?]
[?] snitches [?]

[Verse 2 ?]
These n*ggas tryna cheat, check me
Southside [?] y'all respect me
I did it on the block, [?]
I did it OT, [?] AP
Years I was gone, now I'm back to get mine
I love my hood, left home on the grind
How could I shine? If I ain't give it up for my block [?]
Them n*ggas on [?] pumpin them rocks
Always slumped in the drop
They ain't know who I was
They heard through the indestry that I'm about [?]
My circle is tight
My verbals is clear
[?]
My daughter need Jordans, my whip need ryms
My wife need Gucci, my son need Tims
[?] needs [?], [?]
[?] love them
[Chorus: French Montana]
Fire them gunshots, cocaine [?]
b*tches be calling, said I don't want you b*tch
Streets didn't want [?]
That's my n*gga Hussle, Montana [?]
[?]
[?]
[?]
Tryna be [?] hood [?]
[?] snitches [?]

[Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle]
First off, I'm a motherf*cking [?]
I'm a killer from the set, yello tape, gunsmoke
2 brades out the back of my [?]
[?] banging, selling crack out my catolac
I'm a mac, but nothing like [?] though
f*ck with the [?] they be like [?]
30's to the hundreds, the homies gon function
Got [?] turnt up, Kush weed burned up
Neighborhood n*gga, and I be quick to throw the terf up
f*ck with these n*ggas, get your whole clique murked
And that's for the record
Check it and respect it, make your b*tch strip naked
Hussle!
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