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[Intro: Meek & Lil Juice]
Eastside to the shit
You know how we came
(Maybach Music)

Tay Keith, these niggas up!

[Verse 1: Mill]
My nigga, he low, ain't got no Instagram
But he do wackies for the fifty bands
nothing, rare rum and that's on any man
We like dope boy, we gon' boy, out that minivan (Woah)
Rocking on my off-night
Niggas swing a punch, it be a lost
Told my dawg to put tech up, that don't spark right
Money at the clip, boy this a boss life
When I be on the West, I know some real
Going with them choppas, making real hits
I lost so many homies, I can't feel shit
So I been jumping out that chopper I'm Will Smith
Her ass fake but she a real
Suck me good and she ain't hard to deal with
And she post me either, she be on some chill shit
And she know if she a lame, I cut her real quick

[Chorus: Mill]
Cut that off (Cut that bitch)
If she a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Saint Laurent, we having a off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've been ballin' the tip off (Tip off, woah)

2: Rick Ross]
G5, I got a set of bitches
Me and Diddy, money not a big (Haha)
Crib on a lake, and so remote
Half a brick in the Wraith, smoking on the
I got that will hit you for a stack
Walk up on you, you like you was a match
you in a dome, and I can't hide a patch
You was innocent but you was running a rat (Ha)
I got a two door the Fendi seats
Two Cuban links, I'm living big as
I'm moving like they funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience,