[Verse 1]

The East side, yeah we on The East side

Making money everyday and now I throw the peice signs

You had thought that Nizzi had fell off my n***a peace bye

I'mma stack this money and live up out in Dubai

Cry cry, all you want bitch cry cry

Where was all that crying shit when you had turned ya left side

And right side, Bitch I give no fucks about a tear I'm

Up up on my Bill Gates shit Money for eyes


[Verse 2]

The East Side, where we ride, Me in my n***as in the same ride

Killing all these n***as no Hommocide, And we fresh to death that's a suicide

Bitch I'm in the coupe, doors suicide, Got some little n***as that's down to ride

If you having trouble bitch then make it double Cause I clap like Thunder that's outside

I'm deadly, And not too many n***as think that I can do the same shit as a lot of n***as

Just because these n***as wanna stay up on the same dick well that's them though

I know you like the way I change flows so smoothly

And honestly somebody tell Nicki I'mma come and give her ass a kid or 3

And that's basic, Bars can come way higher than that but

I'd rather be scoring the main way I came up

Boy I'm fire, Don't say I'm not it ain't true, Think next time NizzMey spits the truth n***a all proof

Just a hot boy with some fame son, and that fame was from plain fun

I'd strike these n***as like some Missiles n***a I ain't talking Donalds Trumps same ones

I'm fire