EASTBAY FREESTYLE lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, yeah, uh

[Verse]
I'm droppin' my album, that's fourth quarter mode
The next out Atlanta, that's word on the road
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't checkin' my phone
Since I got this money, I'm not really home
I only like girls that's thick to the bone
I call Bari when I need VLone
On my sh*t, b*tch, leave me alone
Might f*ck around, buy the Georgia Dome
Met Young Metro, then I started to go brazy
I finished the album, but I ain't got lazy
I'm fixin' some sh*t with my ol' lady
Might f*ck around and give her a baby
I ain't gon' lie, if she keep this sh*t up
We finna have matchin' Mercedes
I'm finna f*ck up the whole damn summer
No time for sleepin', ain't havin' no slumber

[Bridge]
Money, cash, hoes, livin' fast, ho
I just tell the truth, girl, I ain't no as*h*le
Movin' way too fast for me to stack my cash slow
f*ck with shawty song, ain't gon' lie, he ass though
[Verse 2]
Uh
I see n*ggas wanna be like me, twin'nem, money keep extendin'
Shawty keep a fat ol' ass on her, ain't no thinnin'
Play my own game means I bring my own equipment
n*ggas just be rappin' just to be rappin', I'ma outlive them
I just put my own money in like I'm Nip'them
Gotta stay consistent, tryna get me a lil' wife
Tryna keep away from these b*tches
Didn't even speak when she saw me
Somehow still got my digits

[Chorus]
This sh*t way too easy, don't give me no leeway
I just dropped the swag, they come and get it like it's Eastbay
Brand new blacked-out Benz, catch me swervin' on the freeway
Poppin' out in each state, at your door like Eastbay
This sh*t way too easy, don't give me no leeway
I just dropped the swag, they come and get it like it's Eastbay
Brand new blacked-out Benz, catch me swervin' on the freeway
Poppin' out in each state, at your door like Eastbay

[Verse 3]
I don't play these games with these lil' bitty b*tches
I just do my thing, then a n*gga switch it
It's like everywhere I go, they say I'm cold like Kendrick
I don't know, I don't know, I just do my thing, b*tch
Every time I switch my flow, it's another hit, b*tch
I got way too many rappers on my f*ckin' hit-list
I'm the type to off a n*gga, make him do the dishes
All them b*tches went before, but now they know I'm rich, b*tch
[Chorus]
Th-Th-This sh*t way too easy, don't give me no leeway
I just dropped the swag, they come and get it like it's Eastbay
Brand new blacked-out Benz, catch me swervin' on the freeway
Poppin' out in each state, at your door like Eastbay