Lyrics:
to Scum, hard as smoke and cheap as wood
To Scumette and The Vandals
How about HR? For 'nuff inspiration, 'nuff respect
Hey Nick Tweek, Joanne
to Scum, hard as smoke and cheap as wood
To Scumette and The Vandals
How about HR? For 'nuff inspiration, 'nuff respect
Hey Nick Tweek, Joanne
Southside swag swag
east side swag swag
west side swag swag
(swag on em)
Walk in this bitch thousand dollar outfit
and i still like kush lil bitch
nigga cancer (Cancer)
Riding around town with the gang
East Atlanta
I'm shitting on these niggas (Bitch)
Bitch, I need a pamper
I'll really beat your ass
knees
I been a G, livin' life the way I please
Came from the middle of the East like I'm Lebanese
Bottom line, leave MCs lobotomized a thousand times
with what he do
All in my hood that's what my hood would do
Got goons on the east, let's get that understood to do
Stop through your block, once the trap
speak still
Y'all couldn't wait for this time to come
Y'all already know that that nigga Murda don't bite his tongue (I don't)
You forgot about Nick
Everybody watch me push European
And everyday I'm hustlin'
So everyday I'm eatin'
My earrings every bit of ten g's
East side entrepreneur
Elevatin' off
wanna be a friend of mine
Cross the river to the east side
Find me on the eve of suicide
Tell me the city is no place to hide
Take me out into a sunny
ain't no need for the crew
Two snow bunnies on the East, what it do?
White snow in the crib if you need that too
Got some bitches and some bud, nigga,
90059 be the zip, it be the zip
I'm straight up out that East side, swangin' like ziplines
A 4G outta rim top, automatic spit fire
Yackin' a black
Yeah, this my nigga QM shit
This time you feel me, road less traveled
Shoutout to my nigga Nick
Miles 'cause we officially
In the building like we never
Heem, what's your story though, bro?
Uh, man, you know, uh
My story, man, is, is, is
A little ghetto boy from the east side of Buffalo, you nah
Here come a song about star crossed lovers
Named Lily and Tres
Two kids in the barrio
Via east LA
Lily always looked at him like a brother
’Til one
not know who to
Got a new phone, hit my line
I say "Who is this?"
(Nick, you're stupid)
I'm like "Who is this?" we so true to this
Shawty suck me like
90059 be the zip, it be the zip
I'm straight up out that East side, swangin' like ziplines
A 4G outta rim top, automatic spit fire
Yackin' a black
like Nick (Nicolas Cage)
I remember girls used to laugh at us
Now they wanna link us and partner up
We just give them wood like a carpenter
Then
Yes, I understand I done came a long way
From huggin them corners to appearin on TV
From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me
To makin 'em
all big as Saint Nick
They say BoJack, that nigga can't miss
Hear all these niggas say that they in the streets
And they on gang shit but it ain't
Get off my front porch
And save your asses
And in the nick of time
Oh baby, my love don't seem the same
Well change has come over me
My muscles
show me love i've been doing this
I've been seen the grams
And the ounces to the bricks coming
Straight up out the Nicks
Federalies got they eyes
(yup)
Sellin' nicks and dimes right in front the corner store (for real)
Them white and blue lights pull up, take off runnin', that's the folks (that's
Gotta duck low 'cause the feds on us
Let her catch me, that's a big bonus
And be saucin' like Rick Owens
And I sell white, no Nick Jonas
Like we don't
done sold nicks
Not a liar, never sold bricks
If they raid the crib nigga, don't snitch
Everybody get it, I got no picks
Trey pounds, that's a KD
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