Best Side ft. Lil Cray Lyrics

East side nigga, but I trap on the west side

Treat it like the best side

I was on 117th with yo baby momma, she was riding P side

Pistol on my lap just in case a nigga gotta slide

One in the head just in case a nigga wanna die

Two middle fingers for the pussies on the other side

Three trigger fingers cause I'm never riding dolo

I hit him so close that I got blood on my polo

I hit the dope so hard junkies knocking at the front door

I ran these racks so long cause I used to be so broke

Stepped in these streets, took off the plug, then the I conquered

I was really in the field I turned the trap up

I was going bonkers

I was Rack4Rack before I even had racks

Pop this bean have a heart attack

Finesse that boy and he still came back

Fuck you thought I was giving it back?

Salute me or shoot me, I promise I'm a die a king

If I'm ever wrong correct me, if I'm ever lost direct me

East side nigga, but I trap on the west side

Treat it like the best side

I was on 117th with yo baby momma, she was riding P side

Pistol on my lap just in case a nigga gotta slide

One in the head just in case a nigga wanna die

Two middle fingers for the pussies on the other side

Three trigger fingers cause I'm never riding dolo

I hit him so close that I got blood on my polo

I hit the dope so hard junkies knocking at the front door

I ran these racks so long cause I used to be so broke

Stepped in these streets, took off the plug, then I conquered

I was really in the field I turned the trap up

I was going bonkers

I'm a baby momma fucker

But I can never love her

Been trapping so long, but I never serve a undercover

I got em jelly cause my sandwich it got peanut butter

Prison rushed my hours, feeling like I'm Chris Tucker

Stepped on the dope till the mother fuckin' D lock

Meeting with the bugs at the mother fuckin' bee hive

Bought with the bugs I sold it to cuz

He said it ain't right but it was what it was, it is what it is

Play with my gang then we gone smoke you like a cig

I ain't got no kids but all these baby bottles I need a bib

Need a crib, got me one

Bro see a opp, he dropping one

Spot em got em we beatbox him with this chop and chop him up

In prison mixing foxies up

Taking Vyvanse like they Roxies huh

I'm scamming on this proxy huh

Fraud protection blocking stuff

Uh uh

I scam and I do some drug dealing

I got hoes and pros and dough

These Xans got my head in the ceiling

I don't know what's going on

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