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

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up!

[Verse 1: Mill]
My nigga, he low, ain't 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 smoke boy, out that minivan (Woah)
Rocking Off-White on my
swing a punch, it be a lost life
Told my to put that tech up, that don't spark right
dancing at the clip, boy this a boss life
When I be on the West, I know some real
Going platinum with them choppas, making hits
I done lost so many homies, I feel shit
So I been jumping out that chopper like I'm Smith
Her ass but she a real bitch
Suck me super good and she ain't hard to with
And she don't post me either, she be on chill shit
And she if she fuck a lame, I cut her real quick

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

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