You don’t wanna see what a gun do
Eastside we don’t do no kung foo
20 shots like where you gonna run to
If your mates with a opp you get done too
If he don’t like me then it’s fuck them
Handgun make him jump like a ruckman
If he don’t like me then it’s fuck them
Handgun make him jump like a ruckman x2

I can’t do a song with these rookies
Grade 4 I used to take his cookies
OTF my n***as dem bullies
Everyday sell food like I’m woolies

Like I’m woolies
Ay Ay
Gang

2 racks one day at the plaza
If you n***as want war then it’s Gaza
You got a knife that’s cute can even say G mines way more sharper
Put a shank in his waist now there’s red on his belt almost like farragamo
Now run go snitch to your mama

Why you gotta act like that you n***as don’t trap like that
See you in person flexing bands imma take your stack like that
I’m really posted I really got shooters why you gotta trap like that?
Drillas Drillas Drillas

Back then to the hoes I was funny
Afro big teeth I was bummy
But now it’s so different they wanna take off my tracksuit and give me some honey
I don’t care bout Safeway no job bust guns everyday get money

Everyday

If you want beef then it’s over
Whole gang strapped up in a rover
Dudu and doh like homer
Kick off your door jehovah
Straight face imma ace like poker
No face no case that’s me on the news I feel like the joker

You don’t wanna see what a gun do
Eastside we don’t do no kung foo
20 shots like where you gonna run to
Being mates with a opp you get done too
If he don’t like me then it’s fuck them
Handgun make him jump like a ruckman
If he don’t like me then it’s fuck them
Handgun make him jump like a ruckman

Can’t find your bae not my fault she stays on a Kush Mink diet
I’m not 6 foot 6 but I got bling on my wrists and I ball like Bryant
2 phones one for the plug one for the hoes and the client
The friend of opp is a opp so when I come through stay quiete
I don’t care what my homeboy done slide up 1 call and it’s gun play
He said I was a massive bum like bro do I look like Asharnté?
So many Os in my bank you woulda thought that I live in Zimbabwe
Close my nose when I open that brick one stiff and I’m flying in Bombay

Me and my scale were gonna set sail every Tuesday when I stock up
Ice on deck weed pills and you know I got rocks up
If you wanna box up you’ll get boxed up
Everyone’s a trap god till I pop up
No plug no stacks your a fuck up
No plug no stacks your a fuck up