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letra de this shit personal - eastside reup

[verse 1: damjonboi & eastside reup]
this sh-t personal (for real)
slide down with them chops and get surgical
where you from? what you bang? we never heard of you
if you make the wrong move, we gon’ murder you
i’ve been runnin’ up that paper most certainly (for sure)
a fiend run off, we gon’ beat him ’til he burgandy
switchin’ lanes, gettin’ brain from a bad b-tch (skrrt)
never tried to sell weed, give me a half brick (nah, for real, n-gga)
i told blood if you see him, k!ll him
said i was gon’ blow, now my crib got cathedral ceilings
you ain’t gotta ask no names, they know we the realest
these percocets ain’t workin’, i don’t even feel ’em (ayy)

[verse 2: eastside reup]
you ain’t know about the b-tch ’til you see me with her
n-gga, you ain’t know about this sh-t ’til you see me in it
n-gga make the wrong move, then we leavin’ n-ggas
gotta put some work in, my n-gga, ain’t no feedin’ n-ggas (nah)
f-cked up the bag, got it ran through my third one
tell bow to send a bird call when the work come
i hit the club, i’m just waitin’ on my verse to come
throw a thousand singles in the air, b-tch, twerk somethin’
i’ll put them shooters on your ass, n-gga, murk somethin’
in a rush racin’ to that bag, b-tch, i’m up early
ruth chris, eatin’ stuffed chicken, n-gga, f-ck church’s
i’ve been on a lobster mac diet, they too broke to try it
we’ve been gettin’ money for too long, we can’t even hide it
tell n-ggas the prices on the work, they can’t even buy it
ten hours ridin’ on that road, n-gga, we gon’ drive it
when we touch down, this sh-t goin’, i’m just bein’ honest
[verse 3: fettie]
getty-get, b-tch, i’m certified rich
you might see me throwin’ up a 5 hangin’ out the six
i’ve been f-ckin’ with some made men, b-tch, we move bricks
could’ve bought a whole thing, but instead, i lift my wrist (yeah)
ain’t no fun when i got the gun, ’cause i’ll f-ck your b-tch (huh)
i’ma catch it, all she gotta do is pitch
i’m a winner like the lakers to the pistons (gang)
it don’t matter where we at, we gon’ get it (yeah)
b-tch, no matter where we at, we gon’ take somethin’
once them k!llers on your ass, they gon’ shake somethin’ (shake him off)
and no matter what you on, we gon’ off somethin’ (f-ck)
have them boys yield hood like they lost somethin’ (b-tch)

[outro: fettie]
have them boys yield hood like they lost somethin’
and no matter what you on, we gon’ off somethin’

- eastside reup

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