Gucci Mane - Ea$tside lyrics

[Produced by J. Padron & Young Roc] [Hook: Trinidad James] f** 'em up You don't like me n***a, then fight (f** 'em up) [x5] Fight, fight Y'all n***as can't do sh** (b**h) Y'all n***as can't do sh**, I said now [x4] [Verse 1 - Trinidad James] I'm in DC with them Clipses Cali, call up Nipsey In Philly, I know Meek I know Meek and Omelly I call up Bigga Rankin n***a down in that Tally' Shout out to them bad b**hes KOD Miami Salute to them Haitian n***as Out there in Little Haiti Salute to Jimmy n***a Harlem going crazy I'm good n***a, even in Texas Better watch what you rap about I call up the Prince boys I know you heard about Rap-a-lot [Hook] [Verse 2 - Gucci Mane] Guwop or doo-wop I'm a trap n***a, I'm not hip-hop Jumping out a Phantom with the Louis flip-flops My clip long like tube socks If you say something, I'mma spray something Wanna f** some and I'mma pay something Had a threesome with your BM And my young n***as'll take some Take money to make money I'm a great ape with this AK Banana clip for these monkey n***as I'm a millionaire, but a country n***a Half a mil on a dice game Three mil on my ice game Was all good 'til your wife came It's Gucci Mane, you in my lane [Hook] [Verse 3 - Young Scooter] Quarter million dollar worth of j**elry, I'm a lick You haters sittin' plottin' Y'all n***as ain't gonna do sh** My name ringing bells cause I done took a lot of bricks Independent major label deal, I'm filthy rich Little Mexico lingo We got a home where we make kilos You say you move kilos But n***a, you still stuck on zeroes Fake rappers, I don't like, all I rap is white VVS my ice, n***a, f** your highest price [Hook] [Verse 4 - Alley Boy] Alley Boy don't play Little Trouble don't play b**h ain't gonna play, Little Ricky don't play Get your take, new face in the A These young shooters gonna do what I say New king of the south, they can't do sh** Atta boy, 2Pac in '96 But I ain't get shot, I'mma k** me a b**h Get Zone 6, I'mma wrap these bricks See tie-dye, Lord, eye for an eye War cry n***a, these bullets gonna fly From 1 to 6 dare n***a to try p**y went blind from all that fire With my gold grill and my gold Bentley Black father, n***a, no flexin' Y'all n***as can't do sh** f** 'em up, you better stay red [Hook] [Verse 5 - Childish Gambino] Pull up in an Audi, they don't know sh** about me These rappers are so inventive, your Maserati is rented My second house is in Venice, 3rd in Kaua'i I got a bird cause I'm fly, I don't wanna brag These n***as wanna break my neck, they could I'm a buck fifty when soaking wet, my hood Got a clear port and an ocean deck I made a hater eat words, watch him choke to d**h Back for more, f** it, I'mma rap some more I got some white girls with me like I'm Macklemore My back is sore, from whippin' in the Jaguar I'm the goat like a motherf**ing Capricorn Yeah, I hate whack n***as, that's my f**ing problem (Tru!) I'm too turned up like like the f**ing volume These n***as get dropped like my f**ing albums Eastside, Stone Mountain [Hook]