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Creado por 4th con Udio AI
Lyrics
Fucking with the East Side, Probably not a good move, Forum bitches best hide, Bobby's in the booth, fool. You busters thought you so cool, Poppin off on our block, Laid out like some dead rats, All we use are fucking glocks. Take a hint, heed the warning, I aint here to fuck around, You step to us on our turf, We'll put you in the fucking ground. Throwin' parties on the block, Everybody drinking sherries, You can see Grove down the road, Jamming out to Katy Perry. I hear you snitchin, I hear you talkin shit, But who be laughin' last, bitch? ESB gettin lit. You seen your whip? You drivin super cars, Acting all hood, All you care about is dental floss. This ain't your block, Stop it you pretender, Lose yo street to us again, We call that services rendered. Oh you're back? Colour me surprised, After the other day, I'm surprised to see you alive. Oh, you call the cops? I knew that you was snitches, Guess what that means? Next time we dig your ditches. Snitches get stiches, is what they used to say, But when I'm fuckin done, You'll have stiches in yo brain. But for now I say peace, I bid you adieu, Except for you Grove, We'll see you real soon.
