Childish Gambino - Eastside (ft Gucci Mane, Alley Boy, Trinidad James & Young Scooter) lyrics


Fuck `em up
You don`t like me nigga, then fight (Fuck `em up) Fight,
fight
Y`all niggas can`t do shit (bitch)
Y`all niggas can`t do shit, I said now I`m in DC with them
Clipses
Cali, call up Nipsey
In Philly, I know Meek
I know Meek and Omelly
I call up Bigga Rankin
Nigga down in that Tally`
Shout out to them bad bitches
KOD Miami
Salute to them Haitian niggas
Out there in Little Haiti
Salute to Jimmy nigga
Harlem going crazy
I`m good nigga, even in Texas
Better watch what you rap about
I call up the Prince boys
I know you heard about Rap-a-lot

Guwop or doo-wop
I`m a trap nigga, I`m not hip-hop
Jumping out a Phantom with the Louis flip-flops
My clip long like tube socks
If you say something, I`mma spray something
Wanna fuck some and I`mma pay something
Had a threesome with your BM
And my young niggas`ll take some
Take money to make money
I`m a great ape with this AK
Banana clip for these monkey niggas
I`m a millionaire, but a country nigga
Half a mil on a dice game
Three mil on my ice game
Was all good `til your wife came
It`s Gucci Mane, you in my lane

Quarter million dollar worth of jewelry, I`m a lick
You haters sittin` plottin`
Y`all niggas ain`t gonna do shit
My name ringing bells cause I done took a lot of bricks
Independent major label deal, I`m filthy rich
Little Mexico lingo
We got a home where we make kilos
You say you move kilos
But nigga, you still stuck on zeroes
Fake rappers, I don`t like, all I rap is white
VVS my ice, nigga, fuck your highest price

Alley Boy don`t play
Little Trouble don`t play
Bitch ain`t gonna play, Little Ricky don`t play
Get your take, new face in the A
These young shooters gonna do what I say
New king of the south, they can`t do shit
Atta boy, 2Pac in `96
But I ain`t get shot, I`mma kill me a bitch
Get Zone 6, I`mma wrap these bricks
See tie-dye, Lord, eye for an eye
War cry nigga, these bullets gonna fly
From 1 to 6 dare nigga to try
Pussy went blind from all that fire
With my gold grill and my gold Bentley
Black father, nigga, no flexin`
Y`all niggas can`t do shit
Fuck `em up, you better stay red

Pull up in an Audi, they don`t know shit about me
These rappers are so inventive, your Maserati is rented
My second house is in Venice, 3rd in Kaua`i
I got a bird cause I`m fly, I don`t wanna brag
These niggas wanna break my neck, they could
I`m a buck fifty when soaking wet, my hood
Got a clear port and an ocean deck
I made a hater eat words, watch him choke to death
Back for more, fuck it, I`mma rap some more
I got some white girls with me like I`m Macklemore
My back is sore, from whippin` in the Jaguar
I`m the goat like a motherfucking Capricorn
Yeah, I hate whack niggas, that`s my fucking problem (Tru!)
I`m too turned up like like the fucking volume
These niggas get dropped like my fucking albums
Eastside, Stone Mountain


#Lyrics #Gucci-Mane #Alley-Boy #Trinidad-James #Young-Scooter #Childish-Gambino #Lyricst #Eastside #English-Lyrics