Party on the East Cide

Lyrics

[Intro] (Tha New Cartel Music) Yeah, aye [Hook] It's time to throw a party, fuck it Call my niggas and go up 4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up Now I been there, done that, hood shit Run that, bitch don't live this way You better stop popping pills, niggas live and they learn Niggas still wanna place, so I'm taking they turn When you keep that shit real, that's to straighten they nerves If a nigga get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve On gang, let me show you how the east side do it We gang bang, but my niggas from the west side too We do thangs, I'mma do the best I can do Hit me back in a minute, gotta get this loot [Verse 1] Now fuck that, where you at? Tell the DJ "run it back" How the fuck you lose a sack? Better remember where it's at But I'm lit so fuck it, why every time I come around everybody always need somthin'? Now I ain't got time for this shit I don't give a fuck about no bitch Yes, I never spend a dime on a bitch Bitch, I'm focused on my money, hoe I'm worried 'bout my chips [Hook] On gang, let me show you how the east side do it We gang bang, but my niggas from the west side too We do thangs, I'mma do the best I can do Hit me back in a minute, gotta get this loot It's time to throw a party, fuck it Call my niggas and go up 4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up Now I been there, done that, hood shit Run that, bitch don't live this way You better stop popping pills, niggas live and they learn Niggas still wanna place, so I'm taking they turn When you keep that shit real, that's to straighten they nerves If a nigga get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve, on gang [Verse 2] Look, now one, don't touch none of my shit Two, you can have a cup and that's it Three, whoever don't like it can dip Give a fuck how they feel, on the gang, that's it Hoe, stop saying my name 'cause you wearing it out Give a fuck how they feel, they gon' respect my house We'll knock a nigga out, keep running your mouth We ain't fucking with them niggas doing shit for clout Now fuck that, where they at? Baby Sleep, grab the strap You already know where it's at Put these niggas on they back How I'm trippin', nigga fuck 'em Why every time I come around everybody always act tough? Bitch, I ain't got time for this shit I don't give a fuck about no bitch Yes, I never spend a dime on a bitch Bitch I'm focused on my money, hoe I'm worried 'bout my chips [Hook] It's time to throw a party, fuck it Call my niggas and go up 4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up Now I been there, done that, hood shit Run that, bitch don't live this way You better stop popping pills, niggas live and they learn Niggas still wanna place, so I'm taking they turn When you keep that shit real, that's to straighten they nerves If a nigga get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve On gang! [Outro] (Tha New Cartel Music)