[Verse 1]
The East side, yeah we on The East side
Making money everyday and now I throw the peice signs
You had thought that Nizzi had fell off my n*gga peace bye
I'mma stack this money and live up out in Dubai
Cry cry, all you want b*tch cry cry
Where was all that crying sh*t when you had turned ya left side
And right side, b*tch I give no f*cks about a tear I'm
Up up on my Bill Gates sh*t Money for eyes
[Verse 2]
The East Side, where we ride, Me in my n*ggas in the same ride
Killing all these n*ggas no Hommocide, And we fresh to death that's a suicide
b*tch I'm in the coupe, doors suicide, Got some little n*ggas that's down to ride
If you having trouble b*tch then make it double Cause I clap like Thunder that's outside
I'm deadly, And not too many n*ggas think that I can do the same sh*t as a lot of n*ggas
Just because these n*ggas wanna stay up on the same di*k well that's them though
I know you like the way I change flows so smoothly
And honestly somebody tell Nicki I'mma come and give her ass a kid or 3
And that's basic, Bars can come way higher than that but
I'd rather be scoring the main way I came up
Boy I'm fire, Don't say I'm not it ain't true, Think next time NizzMey spits the truth n*gga all proof
Just a hot boy with some fame son, and that fame was from plain fun
I'd strike these n*ggas like some Missiles n*gga I ain't talking Donalds Trumps same ones
I'm fire