Eastside lyrics

[Intro: Conway]
Hahaha
Let's doc*ment a real moment
Yeah, I swear to God, sh*t is real over here, n*gga
Yeah, walk with me, take a walk through the Eastside, n*gga
Get familiar, n*gga, it's a beautiful place, n*gga
Talk to 'em

[Verse 1: Conway]
Ayy yo, I put that on my mama
When I catch them pus*y n*ggas, I'ma lay them n*ggas down
I'ma peter roll them n*ggas, I'ma spray 'em
I don't give a f*ck who standing outside, broad day 'em
n*ggas thinking sh*t was sweet, I'm finna show 'em we ain't playing over here
In my city, n*gga blicking with the four
Trappin' out they mama house, got police kicking down the door
Little n*gga 17, facing 30
Little n*gga 17 with a thirty, quick to do a n*gga dirty
Know a n*gga shot a n*gga in his face front of his mother
'Cause the n*gga took the stand, snitched on his older brother
Got his brother doing 50, now that n*gga doing life
Mama lost both of her babies to the streets, this sh*t ain't right
Judges giving n*ggas football numbers without a care
Bodies dropping every summer, you can smell it in the air
Little n*gga don't give a f*ck, his father wasn't there
Wipe you for your 750s 'cause he couldn't get a pair
Eastside, n*gga
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Ayy, yo, your pockets barely breathing
I got fifty and the tiger Swedish, uh
You hit one, we flipped ten of y'all n*ggas, we even
Strawberry Jack trucks, feed us with tucked ninas
n*ggas talk crazy, we see 'em, uh
This sh*t already got fifteen bodies, leave it
High top Bapes, hoodies Palace
sh*t's so big, when I shot, got knocked off balance
My shooters skated off rocking Thrasher
I'm NASA, TEC tens on Karl Lager'
Shot the funeral, left the pastor
The deacon got his leg shot off, laying there, gasping
This sh*t really happen

[Outro]
Finna slide out to the yacht party, man
See y'all there
I saw you on television
You're the man on the boat, oh, wow