This Shit Personal

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Damjonboi & Eastside Reup] This shit personal (For real) Slide down with them chops and get surgical Where you from? What you bang? We never heard of you If you make the wrong move, we gon' murder you I've been runnin' up that paper most certainly (For sure) A fiend run off, we gon' beat him 'til he burgandy Switchin' lanes, gettin' brain from a bad bitch (Skrrt) Never tried to sell weed, give me a half brick (Nah, for real, nigga) I told Blood if you see him, kill him Said I was gon' blow, now my crib got cathedral ceilings You ain't gotta ask no names, they know we the realest These Percocets ain't workin', I don't even feel 'em (Ayy) [Verse 2: Eastside Reup] You ain't know about the bitch 'til you see me with her Nigga, you ain't know about this shit 'til you see me in it Nigga make the wrong move, then we leavin' niggas Gotta put some work in, my nigga, ain't no feedin' niggas (Nah) Fucked up the bag, got it ran through my third one Tell Bow to send a bird call when the work come I hit the club, I'm just waitin' on my verse to come Throw a thousand singles in the air, bitch, twerk somethin' I'll put them shooters on your ass, nigga, murk somethin' In a rush racin' to that bag, bitch, I'm up early Ruth Chris, eatin' stuffed chicken, nigga, fuck Church's I've been on a lobster mac diet, they too broke to try it We've been gettin' money for too long, we can't even hide it Tell niggas the prices on the work, they can't even buy it Ten hours ridin' on that road, nigga, we gon' drive it When we touch down, this shit goin', I'm just bein' honest [Verse 3: Fettie] Getty-get, bitch, I'm certified rich You might see me throwin' up a 5 hangin' out the six I've been fuckin' with some made men, bitch, we move bricks Could've bought a whole thing, but instead, I lift my wrist (Yeah) Ain't no fun when I got the gun, 'cause I'll fuck your bitch (Huh) I'ma catch it, all she gotta do is pitch I'm a winner like the Lakers to the Pistons (Gang) It don't matter where we at, we gon' get it (Yeah) Bitch, no matter where we at, we gon' take somethin' Once them killers on your ass, they gon' shake somethin' (Shake him off) And no matter what you on, we gon' off somethin' (Fuck) Have them boys yield hood like they lost somethin' (Bitch) [Outro: Fettie] Have them boys yield hood like they lost somethin' And no matter what you on, we gon' off somethin'