Party on the East Cide

[Intro]
(Tha New Cartel Music)
Yeah, aye

[Hook]
It’s time to throw a party, fuck it
Call my niggas and go up
4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up
Now I been there, done that, hood shit
Run that, bitch don’t live this way
You better stop popping pills, niggas live and they learn
Niggas still wanna place, so I’m taking they turn
When you keep that shit real, that’s to straighten they nerves
If a nigga get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve
On gang, let me show you how the east side do it
We gang bang, but my niggas from the west side too
We do thangs, I’mma do the best I can do
Hit me back in a minute, gotta get this loot

[Verse 1]
Now fuck that, where you at? Tell the DJ "run it back"
How the fuck you lose a sack? Better remember where it’s at
But I’m lit so fuck it, why every time I come around everybody always need somthin'?
Now I ain’t got time for this shit
I don’t give a fuck about no bitch
Yes, I never spend a dime on a bitch
Bitch, I’m focused on my money, hoe I’m worried 'bout my chips

[Hook]
On gang, let me show you how the east side do it
We gang bang, but my niggas from the west side too
We do thangs, I’mma do the best I can do
Hit me back in a minute, gotta get this loot
It’s time to throw a party, fuck it
Call my niggas and go up
4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up
Now I been there, done that, hood shit
Run that, bitch don’t live this way
You better stop popping pills, niggas live and they learn
Niggas still wanna place, so I’m taking they turn
When you keep that shit real, that’s to straighten they nerves
If a nigga get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve, on gang

[Verse 2]
Look, now one, don’t touch none of my shit
Two, you can have a cup and that’s it
Three, whoever don’t like it can dip
Give a fuck how they feel, on the gang, that’s it
Hoe, stop saying my name 'cause you wearing it out
Give a fuck how they feel, they gon' respect my house
We’ll knock a nigga out, keep running your mouth
We ain’t fucking with them niggas doing shit for clout
Now fuck that, where they at?
Baby Sleep, grab the strap
You already know where it’s at
Put these niggas on they back
How I’m trippin', nigga fuck 'em
Why every time I come around everybody always act tough?
Bitch, I ain’t got time for this shit
I don’t give a fuck about no bitch
Yes, I never spend a dime on a bitch
Bitch I’m focused on my money, hoe I’m worried 'bout my chips

[Hook]
It’s time to throw a party, fuck it
Call my niggas and go up
4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up
Now I been there, done that, hood shit
Run that, bitch don’t live this way
You better stop popping pills, niggas live and they learn
Niggas still wanna place, so I’m taking they turn
When you keep that shit real, that’s to straighten they nerves
If a nigga get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve
On gang!

[Outro]
(Tha New Cartel Music)