Pull Up to the East

[Intro]
(MCD, shit)

[Verse]
Bitch, I am the streets, pull up on the East
Two watches on, that's sixty-three a piece
All foreign shit, sixty on my sleeves
Ten chains on my neck, I'm givin' Mr. T
Showed my mama what I paid for a chain, she used to it
She just sat me down and said, "If you don't do it, who do it?"
All my niggas eatin', yeah, they chew-chewin'
Get some money, stop worryin' about what Lou doin'
Beans in the city, throw the Patrick Ewing
That's just wholesale, dog, I know what I'm doin'
Yeah, niggas pocket watchin', I'm just weight watchin'
Tryna hit your bitch, but your son cockblockin'
Call auntie to the doc', I'm slot lockin'
Fast shit off the lot, I'm a drop-topper
Codeine addition, raised in the trenches
We gon' talk it out, I ain't killin' over bitchеs
I'm a seven-figure nigga, now my bankroll biggеr
Got a cup full of purple, I don't fuck with no liquor
Feds tryna get us, still takin' pictures
You on niggas' paperwork, watch out for them hitters
Ten years ago, I was doin' shit that they doin' now
Buy all the blues in the city, then I shoot 'em out
Do it for the money, you do it for the clout
Just show me the route, I'ma show you what I'm 'bout
Eastside nigga, big bag, I think I'm Pablo
Hit your city, I got all eights, I feel like Congo
Pandemic watches, heard y'all niggas pawn those
If it ain't 'bout no pape' involved, ain't no convo (Lou Gram)