It Get Easty

Lyrics

[Intro] (Travis on the track) [Chorus: Zoe Osama] Big stove on me, wrist froze on me I gotta watch how I move, niggas fold on me I tried to keep it cool with niggas, but they told on me So I gotta fuck they bitch if they gon' roll for me Bitch I'm from Coast Gang, you see the gang when you see me Big things, ain't no props, bitch, this all me And fuck a DA, how they gon' prove it if they ain't saw me? And keep your mouth closed 'cause if you seen it, you ain't saw me You feel me? I keep it real, do you hear me? Put a bag on your head and act surprised when they kill him Bitch, I'm Easty, it get Easty How you fall in love with a ho and she easy? And how you gon' talk about me, nigga, and you need me? All these bitches try to act classy, but they sleazy And how you niggas tough on Instagram? You need a DP If I see a murder, I'ma treat it like I'm Stevie, believe me, ayy [Verse 1: Zoe Osama] Man, what's up with all you fuck niggas? Talkin' 'bout a nigga 'cause a nigga just don't fuck with you Throwin' dirt all on my name 'cause I ain't stuck with you Keep playin' with my name, you and your homies gon' duck with you Sucker nigga, stop askin' if I fucked her If she wanted you in her bed, she would've told you, motherfucker Should've signed with SOB, I'm strictly only brothers And I ain't fuckin' with you niggas wearin' purses under covers Fag niggas, toe tag niggas Tryna hang with everybody 'cause you sad, nigga You hit the county and turned it down, that's your bad, nigga I'm just thankin' God that I ain't nothin' like these past niggas See it in your face, wipe your face, boy, you mad, nigga Keep it on my waist, I ain't nothin' like her last nigga If I hit it first, I put that bitch up in her past, nigga And she gon' double back 'cause I ain't nothin' like her last nigga [Verse 2: Tapri Grams] I'm nothin' like that last nigga, I do her like her last nigga I'm nothin' like them last niggas, do you like them last niggas Baby want a 'site cracker, baby want a bag getter (Wop, wop) These niggas act like bitches, might as well go and brag with 'em Baby real Easty, but she got a lil' cash with her Make it jump, baby, come and ride it like a two-seater Smokin' on a seven while I'm ridin' with that nina I got your baby mama doin' scams on her Visa (Run it up) Bitch, you ain't good enough for leftover pizzas I stay with blue Franks and I ain't talkin' 'bout Aretha I shot out to Mike James, he start singin' just like Tina (He a bitch) My diamonds blue, I went and copped a blue Bimmer My 40 got a big head just like Gina I burnt the block up so stocky, that's ether Baby pussy good, but she know she not a keeper A bustdown Rollie-Pollie, got it off the Visa [Chorus: Zoe Osama] Big stove on me, wrist froze on me I gotta watch how I move, niggas fold on me I tried to keep it cool with niggas, but they told on me So I gotta fuck they bitch if they gon' roll for me Bitch I'm from Coast Gang, you see the gang when you see me Big things, ain't no props, bitch, this all me And fuck a DA, how they gon' prove it if they ain't saw me? And keep your mouth closed 'cause if you seen it, you ain't saw me You feel me? I keep it real, do you hear me? Put a bag on your head and act surprised when they kill him Bitch, I'm Easty, it get Easty How you fall in love with a ho and she easy? And how you gon' talk about me, nigga, and you need me? All these bitches try to act classy, but they sleazy And how you niggas tough on Instagram? You need a DP If I see a murder, I'ma treat it like I'm Stevie, believe me, ayy