G Herbo - Eastside sh** lyrics

Published

0 615 0

G Herbo - Eastside sh** lyrics

[Intro: Lil Herb] Eastside sh** Eastside sh** f** the other side Eastside sh** [Verse 1: King Louie] Smoke dope with the k**as, been real with the hittas, my n***as is drillas Dirty money to the reaper, I die if a b**h come and get us The b**h with me bad, my gun in her bag, my hand on her a** Sneak dissas is irrelevant with they anonymous a** Suppressor on the tip of xd, so they won't hear when it blast Shoot him in the face a couple time, just to make sure he die fast [Verse 2: Lil Herb] Me and Louie in the Jag, off flex that's 30 clips in a stash Pull up on the block and if he run, we put 30 clips in his a** Smoking dope with the k**as, dont know no new n***as, get poked for your figures Me and bro in the kitchen, 44 on his waist, 30 blows on sk**et When we roll on them n***as, up poles on them n***as, don't blow at civilians Now we smoking and chilling, put 4s in my sprite til I doze off my pivot [Verse 3: King Louie] I'm balling no pivot, I just hit a lick it was tall as midget All these Jesus Pieces that I got on they think I'm religious Couldn't catch his a** in the summer time, f** it we k** em on Christmas They like what they did to that young on Christmas, this sh** ridiculous f** all these b**hes, f** these b**h n***as, die for my n***as Most of my n***as Crackers or k**as, Benjamin gettas [Verse 4: Lil Herb] I dont got feelings, whack a n***a and put dick in his sister I dont trust them n***as, see money don't talk to him, he might be snitching We found out he snitching, ran in his house left him flat in the kitchen 50 shots in the "K", every shot let it spray left his face on the dishes Show no love for a b**h, she can't get sh** from me but a nut some swishers We just f** we dont kick it, bust on her bu*t out the door gotta get it [Verse 5: King Louie] I don't love these b**hes or these hoes, f** they thought, I love my money Put money on a n***a head, told foe'nem to k** him on monday Whack a n***a in America then I go chill out in London Beat a n***a in the club, he leave with his head like a pumpkin I paid so much for my smile its like it got diamonds or something AK be going through houses, you better get down when its dumping [Verse 6: Lil Herb] Most of these n***as be bluffing, these n***as ain't getting no money He ride through the strip like he stuntin, well f** it he just gone get trunked then I knew he was bluffing, you don't got no money, well pay us in d** then You don't got the d**, you don't got the money, well take all the slugs then