Gemstars & Baggies

Lyrics

[Intro: Dave East] Uh, uh C, what up, nigga? Uh, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Dave East] Sold downs for ten dollars, you short, I would take eight cash Me and cousin Pooh was shiesty, way before the face mask Dirty youngins', look like we ain't take baths Niggas take shahadas, catch a body 'fore they break fast Astaghfirullah, black Escalades back-to-back behind the Aston Martin (Skrrt) Lookin' for me, I'm never hard to find, I'm always back in Harlem Troublesome, I'm like Tupac Shakur, the type to ask for problems Hard to be a five heartbeat when you a alcoholic Razor blade before the Glock, it was a gemstar I ain't have no wheels that night, find mе in my friend car I just need a address, got a package I can sеnd far (Send it) Concrete all in my DNA, nigga, I been hard Bullets hot, burnt his skin off, blow it and spin off (Uh) Aimed it at his nose and knocked his chin off, like, keep ya head up (Keep it up) I'm used to salad, y'all niggas don't spit no lettuce I'm in a minivan with three berettas Seein' East, don't see no better (See) Cuzzo doin' time, it got him blind, can't even read no letters (Blind) CashApp him for his commissary, hope he eatin' better [Chorus: Cruch Calhoun] Make sure you know the difference, we don't be with them Cuzzo went rogue, but then he told, we'll never speak again Took so many losses, feel like it's 'bout time we see a win We just wanna win, yeah, we just wanna win [Verse 2: Young Chris] Brother in them county blues, cousin in a metal suit From ocean views to the Fontainebleau To wakin' up back on the count with (Ooh) Whenever the love change, it turn into blood stains I hustle in the mud, rain, quadruple when the plug came Straight rock, we don't cut 'caine, J. Hoffa, what up, Dame? New Range like two and some change, doin' like two and some change Pure codeine, take me a ten for the pain, I can't be dependent on fame Wesley Snipes on the mulah train Finna take time, nigga, move out, bang (Move out, bang) Packin' my luggage, like fuck it, I'm doin' this shit with no budget (Yeah) Whole city is covered, PJs love us Glocks under seats, shoot like PJ Tucker (Boom) Pussy, your shooters get hit Treatin' this shit like we movin' the brick Lockin' it down and we movin' ya strip (Woo) At it again, I just flew in a flip (Good shit) Shoot 'til arugula sit Big TEC with air holes AK's and the uzi with tits (Rrah) Let's make a movie with this (Nigga) [Chorus: Cruch Calhoun] Make sure you know the difference, we don't be with them Cuzzo went rogue, but then he told, we'll never speak again Took so many losses, feel like it's 'bout time we see a win We just wanna win, yeah, we just wanna win [Outro: Young Chris] We just wanna win, nigga