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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sada Baby
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Casada Sorrell
Songwriter
Rayshawn Gordon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Isaiah Brown
Mixing Engineer
Rj Lamont
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Huh, I just want to do a lot of drugs
Send him runnin' to the trap, don't give a fuck if he ain't hood
Everybody know a **** keep that Draco with that wood
That motherfucker keep goin' like the
[Verse 2]
(Ooh, RJ)
Eastside ****, ooh, Eastside ****, ooh
Eastside ****, ooh, Eastside ****, ooh
Eastside ****, ooh, Eastside ****, ooh
Eastside ****, ooh
RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin'
[Verse 3]
Eastside **** who never used to go to school
Give the bad hoes the blues, take 'em to my favorite room
Do some shit to them bitches, they like, "What that **** do?"
**** said fuck me, you know it's fuck that **** too
Eastside ****, ooh, KE was my first school
380 was my first tool, give a bitch the worst, too
Walk her down, hurt shoes, show her what them Percs do
Make my shooter come and dump that Uzi in your vert, ooh
[Verse 4]
First tell me your first name, oh, you gon' need first aid
Trappin' since the first grade, servin' on my birthday
Livin' in the past, pussy ****, fuck a throwback Thursday
I pull up on your fam, dump my mag in your birthplace
We gon' come back, hit her, huh, she know I'm that ****
Pop a pill, cop a feel, chill, then drop me a ****
Holyfield, I'm the real deal, knock out me a ****
Hold that chopper like an iPhone, go take me a picture
I'ma crop out me a ****
Okay, now hop out on them ****
Pop out on them ****
Or leave 'em with no brains, college dropout on them ****
Skuba Steve a janitor, I got that mop out on them ****
Got my sticks from overseas, these bitches slide, **** hittin'
[Verse 5]
Fat plug style on 'em, you owe me attention, huh
Don't want no attention, huh
He don't shoot, I bench him, huh
Don't hang with no bitches, huh
Baby, this the difference
Our stick don't miss them ****
Put a band on them hoes, Sada Baby kiss them bitches
Yes, I'm Gene Simmons with it, kill 18 **** with it
You hate these **** with me, can't take these **** with me
Yeah, you got them hoes, well we'll come take them bitches from you
Don't hate no **** nothin' that don't make me no money
[Verse 6]
Huh, I just want to do a lot of drugs
Send him runnin' to the trap, don't give a fuck if he ain't hood
Everybody know a **** keep that Draco with that wood
That motherfucker keep goin' like the lil' engine that could
[Verse 7]
I bet you wanna tell me somethin', but you can't tell me nothin'
Bet you wanna sell me somethin', but you can't sell me nothin'
Already told you Ski's out the way with bricks of money
Wood bought another K, he feel like he gon' flip him somethin'
My lil' **** got off his ass and got that bread
Still be on that bullshit, will put him on your head
Bought another Rockstar 'fit, I'm posin' for the feds
That Rouge 540 make them hoes wanna eat my dreads, ooh
[Verse 8]
Fifty shot **** who never used to go to school
Give the bad hoes the blues, take 'em to my favorite room
Do some shit to them bitches, they like, "What that **** do?"
**** said fuck me, you know it's fuck that **** too
Eastside ****, ooh, KE was my first school
380 was my first tool, give a bitch the worst, too
Walk her down, hurt shoes, show her what them Percs do
Make my shooter come and dump that Uzi in your vert, ooh
Written by: Casada Sorrell, Rayshawn Gordon