EAST COAST RESIDENTS

Crystal Light in my liquor
Nether regions for dinner
They got D’ussé on the
Now it’s sticky in the crevasse
We’re ‘bout to get the best sleep
My head up on the breast
The fuck you’ll think I’ll have for breakfast
It’s Friday
Nobody talk to me
I’m in the stu
Feelin’ resilient
Comments are filled with Nathan Fillions
Rookies and pigs
Every month it’s a few million views
You heard me
Me and Wabolisk in it
We gettin’ wordy
Put us on a bill and had
The people actin’ flirty
So we hopped up out the Vеnue and we
Hit ‘em with a skirt
Wе don’t just say this shit
If you come to our local
There isn’t vacancy
The place shaking
With booty poppin’ like bacon grease
Off of a collab
That they have waited for
So patiently and we appreciate ya
Unless, of course
You’re a nark
Cuz then we really hate ya
I don’t mean to brag
But me and Wabo got the fuckin’ flavor
A couple East Coast residents
Tryna get on FADER

We ain’t new to this
Yo man stuck up in a cubicle
My team really unusual
My crew really pretty, beautiful
Moody too
In the twenty-two with the feng shui
This clique’ll get shit lit on a Sunday
Pickin’ up a couple other fuckers
Off the runway
Then we run away
On a wave
With the stowaways

Three, two, one like a fuse attached
Okay
Three, two, one like a fuse attached
Okay
Three, two, one
Okay
Three, two, one, like a fuse attached
Can’t rock with dude
They refuse to match
My girl a thespian, but refuse to act
I get on stage and yell the real is back
At Joe’s willing the fork Vincent
It must be hallucinogens
Got ‘em confused what it is and isn’t
Out the front door
Like me and his girl weren’t kissing
Forget what I said about acting
My shit too convincing
Ooo, shit
Gotta take a breath after that
Dr. Dre and Em
Eight o four aftermath
In fact you might have to run it back
Prerequisite
Have a J rolled for it
Treat it like a sunset
My pops said his only dream
Is to see his son set
So I shoot for the stars
My pops a lawyer
It’s only natural that I raise the bar
But I can’t fuck with
But I can’t fuck with questions
Who are you
Nardwuar
It be a shame
If you in it for the fast cars
Dale Earnhardt
Your shit NASCAR
W A B O
Bless the beat like Allahu Akbar
Shit

We ain’t new to this
Yo man stuck up in a cubicle
My team really unusual
My crew really pretty, beautiful
Moody too
In the twenty-two with the feng shui
This clique’ll get shit lit on a Sunday
Pickin’ up a couple other fuckers
Off the runway
Then we run away
On a wave
With the stowaways

I hit that too hard