[Intro: Dave East] Taylor on the beat Real niggas stand up It's holiday season, bitch Whole water, you get jammed up (forever mean mugga, word)
[Verse 1: Dave East & D. Jones] I'm the reason you think you got a chance Broad daylight, aim at his face, so he ain't got a chance They strippers, they gotta dance We gangsters we gotta move, we run us, you gotta lose Making sure you never disrespect, only point to prove Georgetown inspired me, painted the foreign Hoya blue Fuck police, I say what I want, I got a lawyer too Stash in the Bentley, I'm hood, still riding filthy I told them I could walk on water, oh, god forgive me If you got a plan to rob me, hope you got a plan to kill me Bitch this Crip plus I've been sick, ain't doctor can heal me Came up with all the hustlers, mastered how to chef Gettin' head in a foreign, gotta steer with the left Met this forty off with my right, package be here by the morning We ordered that shit tonight, flight to Florida to get some white Just send it, I get it, break it down and feed the set Don't be partying with guala, just sent it and get the jet
[Chorus: Dave East] Talking shit on the 'Gram, they see you and they quiet He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet If they don't let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain't never tried it Talking shit on the 'Gram, they see you and they quiet He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet If they don't let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain't never tried it
[Verse 2: D. Jones & Dave East] I'm the shit that you made up, on the first, gave 'em no cut That bring the fiends back all month, teach your class if y'all want A professor with grams, you die, you next to your mans Really invested in scams, garlic with devilish plans Garlic noodles and lobsters, somewhere planning to hit When you come from the dirt, a clean getaway is the shit Salmons and scallops, breaking down pounds at the palace Grown women ready to fuck, don't want you around if you childish Dripping in jewels from jewelers that don't talk to the broke Crib big now, homie get you drowned in a moat My daughter got her own pool, I'm giving out swimming lessons How we living, my kid ain't stressing, violating these Smith-N-Wessons
[Chorus: Dave East] Talking shit on the 'Gram, they see you and they quiet He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet If they don't let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain't never tried it Talking shit on the 'Gram, they see you and they quiet He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet If they don't let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain't never tried it
[Outro: D. Jones] Nah, that's that north-side of Philly, east-side of Harlem shit right there That's the difference between us and y'all That's the difference between hustlers and customers You feel me? Yeah Alright, coolTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
