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[Intro: Meek & Lil Juice]
Eastside to the westside
You already know how we
(Maybach Music)

Tay Keith, fuck niggas up!

[Verse 1: Mill]
My nigga, he low, ain't got no Instagram
But he do them wackies for the fifty
nothing, rare rum and that's on any man
We like dope boy, we gon' boy, out that minivan (Woah)
Rocking Off-White on my
swing a punch, it be a lost life
Told my dawg to put that tech up, that spark right
Money dancing at the clip, boy a boss life
When I be on the West, I know some Crips
Going platinum with them choppas, making real
I done lost so homies, I can't feel shit
So I been jumping out that chopper like I'm Smith
Her ass fake but she a bitch
Suck me super and she ain't hard to deal with
And she don't me either, she be on some chill shit
And she know if she fuck a lame, I cut her real

[Chorus: Meek
Cut bitch off (Cut that bitch)
If she a dime, she make my dick soft (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Saint Laurent, we a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've ballin' since the tip off (Tip off, woah)

2: Rick Ross]
G5, I got a set of twin
Me and Diddy, money not a big (Haha)
Crib on a lake, and it's so
Half a in the Wraith, smoking on the roach
I got sliders that hit you for a stack
up on you, strike you like you was a match
Walk you in a dome, and I can't a patch
You was innocent but you was with a rat (Ha)
I got a two door with the Fendi
Two Cuban links, I'm living big as
I'm moving kilos like they cakes
Got me on a record, patience,