Thanksgiving lyrics

[Intro]
I go dumb
f*ck these n*ggas talmbout
L'z
Hah, hah, hah, hah, hah

[Verse]
LSG, KTS f*ck with EBC
PTC, CTG, you know what it be
LBC, all my n*ggas they be clappin' heat
And if he lackin' kill his ass, ain't no lackin' B's
You f*ck n*ggas ain't with it, I ride 'round with choppas
He love that lil thotty, she just give me toppa
Real proper, like she was taught lessons
I'm L'z up in this b*tch, I'ma die till my blessings, I'm gone
These lame n*ggas don't want that
Lil smoke, call my phone, over a hoe is he on that, be for real though
Still though got the new banger, be still hoe, shoutout my n*gga lil Gee
On Dagos that white blow
Hah
pus*y n*gga that's a low blow
Yo hoe
Burning dollars, f*ck around with them Kutthroats
She chillin', I'm drillin', I'm all in her throat
Say shawty doin' di*ks 'cause we smokin' dope
I'm always off mollies or some other sh*t
If I can't get you 'cause you hidin', catch your brother b*tch
This sh*t is really real on this east side
These n*ggas over here don't throw up peace signs
RIP to Fazo, he a f*ck n*gga
RIP to Roc, you get touched n*gga
And f*ck that n*gga Los, you a f*cking joke
Got caught lackin' now he hung with no f*cking rope
b*tch I'm real, ain't no actin' homie
They wanna murder me, 'cause I ain't actin' homie
b*tch I'm from the stee, I'm from the murda-stee
These n*ggas wanna murder, cause I'm murda-stee
L'z up to my real hittas
Shoutout BD, he a real n*gga
Shouts out brodie, I won't say his name
They swing through Kuts that big ass flamer leave his brain go hang
f*cking with them Kutthroats, you gon' leave sh*t
Leave the vest for your face, on some real sh*t
My n*ggas, we don't really f*cking play around
Grab that eight, all in his face, he layin' down
That's a man down, that's some TerrorTown
Now he famous like Marty, all on the 'Gram
f*ck boys, better move around
I'm east side, you know where I'm found
[Outro]
Yeah, ain't no lackin' man
n*ggas ain't with the sh*ts
We makin' moves out here man
f*ck your dead homies
Shouts out to the dead opps b*tch ahahah
L'z, east
f*ck with me man, I'm full as hell this Thanksgiving
Chillin' with Nino man
You feel me, makin' moves it ain't sh*t
Die five, KTS, 1120 sh*t