East 2 West

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz & Celphi] Ayo, I know what I know, that stovetop I travel the world like globe trot I woke up, what a beautiful feelin' I think I'm 'bout to run out that door and make me a million Okay, vest on, bible in the man purse, left church Prayin' on the wake up 'til my legs hurt, true that Welcome back to true rap, fuck a vest with a plate You know my projectiles'll shoot through that [Verse 2: Bodega Bamz] Dapper Tan, that's my nigga, Rickavelli Gucci'd down to the socks, homie, smell me Poof, shitted on these niggas since a youth That deuce-deuce target practice off the roof I was cold thеn, child of the ghetto, wrist golden Had ya shorty hold my sacks likе I'm Goldman Bicoastal, told my girl bye, did you pack my slides? I'm just tryna get my chicken up like sunny-side [Verse 3: Celphi] My vision is heavy, I told 'em already When they ask for a cut, man, we came with machetes And when they ask for a truce, you know we came at 'em deadly So why they ask who is who when they know me already? Bitch, I'm the Mexican Mufasa, run up in ya casa Death to imposters, shrimp on the pasta And steak on the lobster, surfin' and turfin' Is you purpin' or you workin'? I'm just sayin' I'm for certain [Verse 4: Bodega Bamz] Yo, your stack thinner than a MacBook Air Shout out to all the homies really gettin' money out here I'm talkin' football numbers with no guarantee I'm a gangster, gangster, gangster, that's a triple G I'm talkin' New York winners with the pork fried I'm talkin' California love, yellin' west side I'm talkin' brown mixed with black, yeah, that tan pride I make a sign of the cross where my man died God, lift him up, God, lift him up If I put my gun down, who picks it up? You can't really be happy without trust You can't really be askin' who is us, where you've been? Not around, I'm a real right now Fuck your OG talk, we're the real right now Not around, I'm a real right now Fuck your OG talk, we're the real right now, I'm out