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

Tay Keith, fuck these up!

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

[Chorus: Mill]
Cut bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she ain't a dime, she my dick soft (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Laurent, we having a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've been ballin' the tip off (Tip off, woah)

[Verse 2: Ross]
G5, I got a set of bitches
Me and Diddy, not a big difference (Haha)
Crib on a lake, and it's so
Half a brick in the Wraith, smoking on the
I got sliders that will hit you for a
Walk up on you, strike you 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 with the Fendi seats
Two Cuban links, I'm living big as
I'm moving kilos like funnel cakes
Got me on a record, patience,