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8700 - eastside mari lyrics

[intro]
(steve chea on the beat)
gang, gang
gang, let’s do it
y’all know how i’m comin’, man
eastside mari, say, better know the name
gang ‘nem in this b*tch with me
let’s do it
(steve chea on the beat)

[verse]
ain’t got no b*tch in us
anywhere we slide, when we outside we got them gl!cks with us (rrah)
better have enough shots in your glock ’cause we got sticks with us (thirties)
n*ggas say can’t eat sh*t off this plate and hit no l!cks with us
n*ggas cappin’, b*tch, before this rap you wasn’t on sh*t with us (nah)
i ain’t tryna f*ck, she know what’s up, she suckin’ d*ck or what?
suck me and my brother and you love her, boy, you sick or what? (stupid)
you eat that b*tch up, i beat her guts, is that your b*tch or what? (is that your b*tch or what?)
slide down on they street, catch him on feet, hop out and bl!ck him up (rrah, rrah)
hit him with that heat, gon’ need white sheets ’cause he ain’t gettin’ up
act like we ain’t slide, he still outside, we let off shots again
come through that b*tch once, they ain’t outside, we spin that block again (skrrt)
i had left the booth, got on my sh*t, now i’m back out again
got rappers mad, thought he was gon’ get up ’til they wrapped his ass (steve chea on the beat)
all you hear is shots, too many shots, don’t know who clapped his ass
hit him with the bl!ck, that get sh*t split, i barely tapped his ass
how you up your gun and ain’t do sh*t? i should’ve slapped his ass (dummy), should’ve slapped his ass (dummy)
ain’t no exposin’ me
really on that block where all them rappers say they ‘posed to be
ridin’ ’round with that stick, b*tch, i’m gon’ bl!ck, better not get close to me (rrah, rrah)
opps don’t be on sh*t, with all them bl!cks they still some hoes to me
lil’ dae do him dirty with that thirty, kickin’ doors with me (rrah)
lookin’ for his b*tch, she down here tryna take my soul from me
boy, don’t lose your life thinkin’ you finna take this rolls from me (let’s do it, gang)
and we still patchin’ sh*t, foenem hop out clappin’ sh*t (rrah, rrah)
make him disappear when them hollows hop out that magic stick (poof)
lookin’ for me, b*tch, i’m on that seven like i’m kaepernick (let’s do it)
come through like we uber eats, hop out with big macs and sh*t
say they want war (war), somethin’ they can’t afford (afford)
didn’t they homie just die? heard he up there gettin’ bored (bored)
put lil’ savage on him, he gon’ send him to the morgue (morgue)
put lil’ savage on him, he gon’ send him to the morgue (morgue), gang
[outro]
b*tch (gang)
n*ggas know how i’m comin’, man (let’s do it)
2019, real life takeover year, man

- eastside mari lyrics

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