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lirik lagu team eastside lil p, rio da yung og & nice - boyz ent

[intro: team eastside lil p]
(jose the plug)
bah
yeah
ayy

[verse 1: team eastside lil p]
b~tch, i’m block thuggin’, glock clutchin’, ice tusslin’
tuck nothin’, off a perc’, i’m f~ckin’ somethin’
rolls~royce ridin’, motown like i’m ruffin
it ain’t thanksgiving, but my b~tch already stuffin’
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
ayy, i’m chop totin’, rock rollin’, pop pourin’
n~gga tryna beef, i’ll put my ahk on him
this a baby drac’, but i put a stock on it
purple jeans on, right pocket, knot bulgin’

[verse 3: nice]
i’m a dealer and a rapper, f~ck it, fifty~fifty
if i don’t blow, i’m makin’ blow up by your nearest mickey
got all hundreds, i’m a hundred, all our grinds got mickeys
up north, all my fiends look like walt disney
mama told me keep it close, just don’t get caught with it
my daughter bought a coffee mug, i pour wock’ in it

[verse 4: team eastside lil p]
bought a bubble gum machine and put perkies in it
bought a forty~dollar fanta and put morton in it
ayy, n~ggas bluffin’
used to buy up all the act’ pints and get to steppin’
n~ggas know it’s hit, but the spot still jumpin’
i ain’t with the riff~raff, b~tch, i’m with the bustin’
i know the shooter, i know the robber
lil’ cuz can whip a stick, i only use him as a driver
i’ll lie to my b~tch and i’ll lie to your honor

[verse 5: rio da yung og]
pigs caught me with a baby, maury, i am not the father
b~tch, it’s boyz ent, we a navy
micro k, i bought it for my son ’cause he a baby
sell his flip and robbed him for the work after he paid me
finna meet my uncle at the store, he want an eighty
but he want credit, so you know i’m finna shake him
i can’t wait ’til he get paid, ’cause i’ma break him
i might just give his ass the pot and tell him scr~pe it
popped six percs and hit her hard, she thought i raped her
[verse 6: nice]
sip a line raw and use a lemon squeeze for chaser
this glock for protection, but this lemon squeeze for takin’
used to sell crack, i sell humans cross the nation
she draggin’ me to church, so i threw on palms angels
four~corner hustler, i sell dope from all angles
servin’ in the sticks, hand~in~hand with all strangers

[verse 7: team eastside lil p]
servin’ with a stick, n~gga, it can get dangerous
bustin’ down a brick, hope the smell don’t wake the neighbors
i’ll f~ck on your b~tch and then cuddle for an hour
caught an opp in my hood, he got shot crossing conners
ghetto boyz ent, we on f~ckin’ crime stoppers
got patients on the way what i tell my pain doctor
it’s been a long time since i had to drive the freight
take your b~tch to the room, i ain’t take her on a date

[verse 8: rio da yung og]
plug just sent the tracking numbers, i cannot wait
break a whole b~tch down in tenths, you can’t cop weight
clumsy, i drop verses, drop n~ggas, and i drop eights
don’t even call me, just swoop down if you got drank
throw a molotov in your crib, f~ck shootin’ it up
i got some raw, you can shoot it up or oot it up
if you catch me at the greyhound, i’m pickin’ scooter up
fifty~round drum in this glock, put them rugers up
[verse 9: nice]
if you catch me at the greyhound, i’m pickin’ twenty up
fans see me hoppin’ off, i threw my hoodie up
i am not famous, i still got blocks bangin’
i still got gang ties, i still got spots crankin’

[verse 10: team eastside lil p]
i keep a hogtie, i keep a stainless
no stairs on the bas~m~nt, feed him to the gators
your b~tch f~ckin’ me ’cause you don’t do enough
nah, i don’t work at our van, but i be movin’ stuff

[verse 11: rio da yung og]
just got a big load, i need two more trucks
hundred rounds on the ar, it got two whole nuts
cuz disrespectful, he bought green to pour two o’s up
i drunk that sh~t to play it off, then threw it up
ghetto boyz sh~t, we drink lean, then act rude to b~tches
i got a four of morton grove, i need two more sixes

[verse 12: team eastside lil p & nice]
too many bricks in the house, i need two more kitchens
baby girl say her jaws hurt, i say, “two more minutes”
the sh~t i mix with the food, they wouldn’t know the difference
could spot a fiend a mile away, i got blow vision

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