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

Tay Keith, these niggas up!

[Verse 1: Meek
My young nigga, he low, got no Instagram
But he do them wackies for the bands
nothing, rare rum and that's on any man
We like dope boy, we gon' smoke boy, out minivan (Woah)
Rocking on my off-night
Niggas swing a punch, it be a life
Told my dawg to put that tech up, don't spark right
dancing at the clip, boy this a boss life
When I be on the West, I know some real
platinum with them choppas, making real hits
I done lost so many homies, I can't shit
So I been jumping out chopper like I'm Will Smith
Her ass fake but she a real
Suck me super good and she 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 ain't a dime, she make my soft (Fuck that bitch)
Rocking the Laurent, we having a drip off (Let it drip)
Nigga, I've been ballin' the tip off (Tip off, woah)

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