"BIG EASTSIDE" lyrics
(MIA JAY C)
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Big homie
Seven thousand dollars up in Lenox off an accident
Pullin' out that bitch, I made some bitches have an accident
Broke they
Broke they necks when they see me, I ain't average (Hold up)
Set, I go up and yap-yap
Opp bitch, pull them titties out, get her top cropped
Hit the kitchen, think I'm whippin' baby, I got Oshkosh
Sidewalk with the crack rocks, we playin' hopscotch (Baow)
Yeah, TT done lined up because it's top size
I'm not shootin' for no nigga that's not on my side
Rack the AR, leave a pussy nigga cockeyed
But he countin' fake chicken, he got Popeyes
Earth skirt, the ooh, jute, there go the boo-boo (Lil' wig)
I can't never take no L when I make you lose (Sheesh)
Out the whip, cook the bing-bing, it look like couscous
If I up a pocket rocket, it ain't no deuce-deuce
Now this a Sam's Club, huh, off of Shammgod
Bitch, I'm at Sam's Club, huh, off of Shammgod
Fry a nigga for them greens, cook a ham hocks
Muslim nigga playin' with my cheese, bust his head off
Pull up to your window up in traffic, I got beam on
Stomp a nigga out in a tuxedo and some deadstock
Put your baby mama big sister in a leglock
Rerock, Skuba De Milenko, I don't never lie
Snitch nigga, ran up on a nerd, had him petrified
Bitch nigga, you gon' get my word
Bitch nigga, try that shit with me, you get electrified
Rich nigga, I came in with birds
Rich nigga, money on your name, now your people dying
Hood nigga, mansion in the 'burbs
Hundred-fifty in this LMG, hit his whip, make him swerve
He left his soul on the curb, lil' nigga had him some nerve
And I ain't never nervous
If I get some head in the Wraith, I open the curtains
I ain't never bought no Loubs, she gon' spit on it, fuck Jergens
I don't purchase KY jelly, go to KY, get on Perkys
Got my own— (Hold up)
Got my own bag, I can't buy no bitch no Birkin
I'm not out here trickin' just because she in here twerkin'
Say this what they want, huh?
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Well, I got some more for 'em
Ayy, hold up
Fuck a bitch face 'til her throat break
Kill the pussy, we gon' throw it away, now it's a cold case
Slid in it off the roller skates like it's the older days
Know 'bout that tattoo on her titty, but don't know her name
Fuck it, pull a blicky out a stranger just for actin' strange
Hundred rounds soon as I'm 'bout to aim it and I ain't gotta aim
Make your auntie go bukkake, she wanna get paid
She too nasty in Huaraches, put her out the— uh
She too nasty in Huaraches, put her out the game
Fuck her just like it's a hobby 'cause she grew up lame
Fuck a rest in peace shirt, put him on a chain
I forgot you niggas broke, just hashtag his name, nigga
(You cut up on this one, JAY C)
Big homie
Seven thousand dollars up in Lenox off an accident
Pullin' out that bitch, I made some bitches have an accident
Broke they
Broke they necks when they see me, I ain't average (Hold up)
Set, I go up and yap-yap
Opp bitch, pull them titties out, get her top cropped
Hit the kitchen, think I'm whippin' baby, I got Oshkosh
Sidewalk with the crack rocks, we playin' hopscotch (Baow)
Yeah, TT done lined up because it's top size
I'm not shootin' for no nigga that's not on my side
Rack the AR, leave a pussy nigga cockeyed
But he countin' fake chicken, he got Popeyes
Earth skirt, the ooh, jute, there go the boo-boo (Lil' wig)
I can't never take no L when I make you lose (Sheesh)
Out the whip, cook the bing-bing, it look like couscous
If I up a pocket rocket, it ain't no deuce-deuce
Now this a Sam's Club, huh, off of Shammgod
Bitch, I'm at Sam's Club, huh, off of Shammgod
Fry a nigga for them greens, cook a ham hocks
Muslim nigga playin' with my cheese, bust his head off
Pull up to your window up in traffic, I got beam on
Stomp a nigga out in a tuxedo and some deadstock
Put your baby mama big sister in a leglock
Rerock, Skuba De Milenko, I don't never lie
Snitch nigga, ran up on a nerd, had him petrified
Bitch nigga, you gon' get my word
Bitch nigga, try that shit with me, you get electrified
Rich nigga, I came in with birds
Rich nigga, money on your name, now your people dying
Hood nigga, mansion in the 'burbs
Hundred-fifty in this LMG, hit his whip, make him swerve
He left his soul on the curb, lil' nigga had him some nerve
And I ain't never nervous
If I get some head in the Wraith, I open the curtains
I ain't never bought no Loubs, she gon' spit on it, fuck Jergens
I don't purchase KY jelly, go to KY, get on Perkys
Got my own— (Hold up)
Got my own bag, I can't buy no bitch no Birkin
I'm not out here trickin' just because she in here twerkin'
Say this what they want, huh?
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Well, I got some more for 'em
Ayy, hold up
Fuck a bitch face 'til her throat break
Kill the pussy, we gon' throw it away, now it's a cold case
Slid in it off the roller skates like it's the older days
Know 'bout that tattoo on her titty, but don't know her name
Fuck it, pull a blicky out a stranger just for actin' strange
Hundred rounds soon as I'm 'bout to aim it and I ain't gotta aim
Make your auntie go bukkake, she wanna get paid
She too nasty in Huaraches, put her out the— uh
She too nasty in Huaraches, put her out the game
Fuck her just like it's a hobby 'cause she grew up lame
Fuck a rest in peace shirt, put him on a chain
I forgot you niggas broke, just hashtag his name, nigga
