Eastside Slugz

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Anthony 1999] Uh, Uh Yea, Yea Got me feelin' like an introvert I can't fuck with them fake niggas over there My niggas need things so my niggas on alert, uh Slug 'em up, fuck 'em up, he need a new shirt This shit all in my possession, nigga I got niggas who walk 'round with guns right up near they belt Like they tryna go out western nigga Like I just got one question Who the fuck you pressin', nigga? He got a bunch of questions Where his shorty at? Uh Dick was in the same place the shorty white claw was sitting at Keep my distance from y'all niggas cause y'all yip and yap Got me sick as fuck nigga! Got me scheming hard, scamming all these bucks, nigga Call some bitches, give me fucks, nigga [Verse 2: Q Prodigal] My nigga 9 said stop with all the subtweets We get it, nah really we do... It's Q! Slugs hit his back got his bitch screaming (Ricky!) I'm in the alley chilling with the bitches and the blickies A bunch of bad bitches act sadity when they with me I ain't really with the drama, I just came through for the Benjis Trauma on my mind so my mom told me Never trust these little bitches got you out like Kobe Who really want this beef up in Colorado All these bitches really want white claws and white noses I'm a mountaineer you know I'm bringing all the snow it's Kinda crazy how they flock I know ya plot was bogus Pop protection on the stick so I can fucking blow it Exhibition how she play with dick all in the fuckin' open Imma pimp I got a limp so you know that it's over- Whelming for these fucking simps but they ain't tryna show it These niggas got pressed when my brother went west Cause they know these Eastside slugs could still hit ya chest Niggas still hating? 9, go get the tech You could put the vest on, we aiming for ya head Tech squeezing got these niggas sneezing like the vet I'm a 98 baby, 99 gone bless Pop a nigga like a quiz you don't wanna test Go and get to studying, protect yo fuckin' neck We ain't buddy buddy so don't try to shake my hand I only want that contact when I'm fucking on my fans Henny in my system make a nigga wanna dance Choppa like my mistress, bitch it's staying in my pants We don't give a fuck, we out in public holding hands If that bitch don't wanna fuck me, I'mma treat her like a friend Niggas say I'm lucky, they ain't seeing all this work These scary hours got me putting all this violence in my verse I'm all black, laid way back in a maybach Killing pussy, turn this fucking shit into a hearse Niggas tried to hex me, they told me I was cursed That's cool, they staying on a level I don't stoop I just sip my wine, keep my mind on rewind Like a tape can't escape all these mothafucking LOOPS [Verse 3: Q Prodigal] Yeah, I ain't done with these niggas, nah, nah for real It's the porch sitting cork twisting Long-haul penmanship Door lifting beat skating longboard flippin shit Nigga's want to try me I been riding in some different shit Bitches steady crying cause I'm flying with my mistresses...difference is I've been going crazy so my mind flipped back-and-forth like shady I been hazy while the time tick Seconds going brazy I'm like Brady in a pocket making time out of nothing Bitch gone pay me if she gossip Stop it I ain't sleep all weekend I've been tweaking tryna find my only vice but it's deceiving So I'm weakened But my deacon told me I should prolly Pray up to a beacon But...ain't no god there so... What the fuck I'm seeing I've been dreaming of a Heaven but all I seem to feel is Hell I lost my 21 grams, my nigga get the scale Kill the fucking messenger, relaying us a different tale Niggas want the best of us they only see the missing grail All this envy couldn't phase me 13 in 33 seconds, Tracy McGrady Niggas made it out the Carolinas, call me baby New Age flow but the content kind of crazy I'm just moving slow bitch I'm trying to mind my business Call my mama said she's proud of me I finally found forgiveness Named my group a bunch of prodigies, finally on my wish list You ain't see the side of me I'm hiding for these riches Put my dick inside her throat and I ain't even sugar coating how she coat it I been waiting for this Christmas Give me gifts I been feeling spoiled, sprung harder than a coil if you call me imma pick up or dismiss it Put some weed up in my lungs tight I'm higher than the sunlight My teachers tried to warn me but I'm hardly soiled Who the fuck you tryna get near I'm harder than a bench chair Brethren on me leaching I been seeking all expenses Pay my brother bond if he grind for me and then some I don't even care about the out it's on the income Asking for some time, I can't find any to spend some Niggas wanna wine but I'm alright because I been drunk Bitch