East End

Bitch I'ma pot head

If he say he want sun fuck it drop dead

Hit 'em with lead

Told his bitch clean it up now the mop red

Got the Glock hot like wasabi

Stop playin' wit me lol whore

Cuz I got that thang on me for sure

Wit the gang in the front I run through the back door

Click-clack pew-pew send 'em up to the Lord

Anybody wanna get it they can come and get it

Poppin' at his fitted jus know that I really be wit it

I push up on yo bloc and I'm unloading fifty

You act like a bitch I'ma knock off ya titties

I'ma dirty bay baby I'm from bay city

Pop me a Perky we bout a get litty

Off of this liquor I'm bout a get jiggy

Bust optamo roll up sum sticky

I'm southside steppin' she say she like messin' she like how I'm flexin'

She like OT why you talk like that I'm like bitch I'm from Texas

My AR 15 underneath my Pancho

Mi raza loco ridin' round wit my vatos, ridin' round wit my vatos

That big ol thooka eat em up like nachos, eat em up like nachos

The head hancho you can call me Paco, you can call me Paco

I'ma hit me sum ya take it straight to the brain

Fa-fa-fa

Leave em wit blood stains

Take yo bitch to the crib and I'm makin' her lay

I ain't talkin' bout talkin' bout trump but we runnin' a train

When I'm done wit yo bitch I hit up where you stay kick it white boys yeh I got three Ks

Shout out my LoCos Romeo and Cain

I put that on gang that we bring in the pain

Got a bad mommasita eat her up like fajitas, slapwoods lookin' like tortillas

I'm geekin' like hyenas

I'm bodybuilding and I do it for low

Catching bullets from yo head to yo toe

Gangsta in my blood I won't ever fold

On my dead momma boy I ain't ever told

Walk 'em down wit the Glock

I'm hittin' em up wit the stock

And now he outlined wit the chalk

I'ma big dawg bitting I don't ever bark

Up it up wit that thang and I'm lettin' it spark

Swangin' and bangin' scrap the curb when I park

I'ma thief in the night I come out in the dark

Too smooth when I groove can't be caught by a narc

Bullets flyin' he got hit in the heart

Then I shot at his stomach and it mad em fart

Split open his wig I'ma give em a part

Give a fuck wha you said

Up it up to his head

And I'm painting it red like I'm doin' sum art

Bitch I'ma pot head

If he say he want sun fuck it drop dead

Hit 'em with lead

Told his bitch clean it up now the mop red

Got the Glock hot like wasabi