Flu!
Yeh, yeh
Eastside on mine
Just like every time
(Smokin' weed in it, don't post me in yo' pictures)
Seven lowriders parked in a line outside
Couldn't decide which one I wanted to drive
(Well, you were, my car hella fast, girl)
Yeh (Da-da-da, da-da, da-da)
Uh (Da-da, da-da, da-da)
Just landed, duffel bag stuffed with bands
Got a double hand 'em, why you playin'? It's Eastside
Understand it, who the man? You lookin' at him
Well, you were, my car hella fast, girl
Badgerin', you been askin' her what happened
You can't handle the thought of me havin' her in my Impala wagon
'62, ass draggin', yeh, I'm fly
And I blow fire, I'm a motherfuckin' dragon
Roll that bitch up right in front you, don't pass it (Right in front you, won't pass it)
Niggas I brung through here went platinum (Went platinum)
I don't wanna talk 'bout no clout or no status (Fuck yo' status)
Pirelli tires, Forgiatos, Dayton wires
Stay slidin', straight fire
Shit for real, I don't play 'bout it, outsiders
'84 Caprice hoppin' on, pull onside it
Crawlin' like a motherfuckin' spider with a jernt
And a lighter, gettin' high while I'm drivin'
Shorty think we fly, we not one one of them guys
So why would you try, bro? Seen that shit coming
With my motherfuckin' eyes closed, I'm that cold
Paisley blindfold, that lady mind blown
Stick to the code, that's all I know
Shiftin' the mode, it's time to go, money on mind
Don't mind me though, I grind better when I'm alone
Cut on the lamp and find my bong
Bedside, hella high, finna write a song
Better yet, nah, I don't wan' work at home
Roll seven, hit the driveway, wash a Chevy
She like, "why, they look clean already?"
This the life, paint right, motor tight
Switch it right, don't test me
Nigga, I just landed, duffel bag stuffed with bands
Got a double hand 'em, bitch, why you playin'? it's Eastside
Understand it, who the man? You lookin' at him
Well, you was, my car hella fast, girl
Skrrrrrrrrrr
Badgerin', she told me you was askin' her what happened
Can't handle the thought of me havin' her bent in my Impala wagon
'62, wit' the ass draggin', yeh, I'm fly
And I blow fire, I'm a motherfuckin' dragon
Roll that bitch up right in front you, no passin'
Niggas I brung through here went platinum
So I don't wanna talk 'bout no motherfuckin' clout, or no status
Nigga, what's happenin' (Chevy's on switches, baby)
Andretti 'bout action
(You can can keep a secret, we can always kick it)
Niggas'll burn this bitch up if I stand in it
(Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches)
(Niggas outside your house like they campin')
(Rule number one, don't talk about me 'round yo' nigga)
(You can keep a secret, we can always kick it)
(Hittin switches on Chef Highway dippin')
(Loose lips sink ships, but my ship ain't sinkin')
(Yeah, yeah)
Aight, nigga, let's see
Oh yeah, that's right
Flight 8/30 landed safely to the money
I wanna say thank you for investing your time with me
We'll see you again
