letra de eastbound - dopeboy dq
[verse 1: dq]
yo, listen
my heart turn cold in the winter snow
keep it real through the highs and lows
i don’t got time for none of these hoes
sh-t gets real you don’t even know
and he catch a shot for droppin’ the o
everyday gotta do it for bro
feds on a hunt like how did they know
dizz start geekin’ then he got a pole
ten toes on their block, blitz ‘em
yg hop out the whip tryna pitch one
i can name like a million victims
free all my n-ggas locked down in the system
and they say i’m the hottest n-gga in the city
opp thot tell her up me a drizzy
got me a mask and i got me a bl!cky
on their block got a opp gettin’ jiggy
[verse 2: push keyz]
my gun get hot in the summer
love the switch how it beat like a drummer
oh your homie a pack? bummer
if i slide ima catch me another
he get dropped if he talk ‘bout my brother
shots out the glock leave his ass in the gutter
at his funeral, shots at his mother
leave his head stone cold, stunner
pull it back if you n-ggas ain’t get that
if i die, send shots where the rest at
f-ck a vest ‘cause i’m givin’ out headtaps
who’s that tryna stand out? bend back
hold up, driver i said “spin round”
never mind, hop out, walk him down
yellow tape on his block chalk him out
f-ck the opps why they ain’t talkin’ now?
[verse 3]
yo
and they be tellin’ me “bro don’t spin”
“hit the stu’ so we all get rich”, like
me and my n-ggas we in it to win
lord forgive me you know i do sins, like
i lost bro and that sh-t doesn’t sit right
free bro tryna hop out the whip, like
them lil n-ggas don’t know how to spin right
watch him fall on his face then we dip, like
i’m in fashion i bet i’ll still up it
amiri white tee where i tuck it
free mk n-ggas thought he was bluffin’
what’s a knife to a gun? n-gga nothin’
off a perk tryna slide i was buggin’
empty clips right after i stuff it
mention [?] but that’s tumpin’
54, 25, tryna slump him
[verse 4]
lost bro now i can’t even sleep right
pop a perc and i don’t even geek right
f-cked up, i’m tryna heal
you don’t know ‘bout the pain that i feel
you don’t know ‘bout the sh-t that i did
i just crushed 2 years on a bid
ask around, get live
ain’t a joke, we slide
which glock? gen 5
where we at? east side
they know about keyz, i been on it
beat out the whip had him runnin’ like sonic
givin’ out shots like it’s tonic
switch on the glock ain’t no duckin’ and divin’
i put a opp in a coffin
got this opp pack in my lung got me coughin’
[verse 5]
yo
always put a 5 before a 4
i’m bussin’ my gun if they kick in the door
how much sh-lls did we leave on the floor
when we go to their block? i don’t even know
on a ro you can’t move slow
is you drivin’ or uppin’ the pole?
know some n-ggas that took some souls
5 takeover a whole lotta those
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