3500 Eastside

Uh, solid as a rock, I've been ten toes It's lonely at the top and you in win mode

To even fuck my bitch, you need a pin code

We sellin' chinkins, gotta jumpin' out this winco

In L.A., bro, keep your hands inside the window

We tried to warn them, now it's white sheets and pillows

If we ever pull up, niggas better get low

3,500 Eastside, if you didn't know

Walkin' out the crib, I forgot the rocket

In my hood, we keep the flags in the left pocket

As a kid, I used to put my money in the sockets

Probably left a couple thou wow and I forgot about it