Shout out the guys

Automatic forty

Switch on the back, I'ma take me a trip

We the real East, yeah we runnin' this shit

I did some time now I'm back in this bitch

We tryna win, yeah we tryna get rich

I get a pack, break it down, take a trip

And you know me, yeah I'm back in this bitch

The summer ain't over

City hot, forgot it's October

Fuck that, just call it Glocktober

Gotta drop off my bitch, it's over

I don't want no pill, do it sober

Send shots till **** fall over

And if she rock with the fours, disown her

New Glock came right from the border

First things first

These **** don't want no beef, they pups

You know who's runnin' the East

Me and my ****, we runnin' the streets

Fuck these yutes, they don't really want beef

You better start steppin', better use your feet

You know me and my **** just creep

On the highway or your back streets

Dizzdot, yeah, you know where I be, yo

We came up from nothin', we been through a lot

Yeah, we been through the struggle

I still made a way for my people

Cause I was taught to get off my ass and hustle

Get back, you don't know about that shit

You don't know about spinnin' blocks then empty clips

Really off the net, they stay on the net

They don't get that, they givin' the police tips

I did time now I'm back, cause I took a risk

Put his name on the list, take him off the list

And I know that the opps, they be watchin' this

But we be on they block, we be lockin' in. And the fiends fell in love, they be coppin' it

And if bro, gets the wheels then I'm hoppin' in

Police lookin' for ****, they stalkin' em

10 toes, on range, know I'm rockin' em

Yo, if you slide on the ends, best shoot first spin

If you spin back twice, we gon' rise and rip

Pop out the cut, aim for eyes and lips

I don't care what I'm wearin', it stay on the hip

White T, Amiri, or a Monclizz

Fuck the courtside yutes no, they ain't on shit

You ain't ride for your bro, ****, stop this

We the real East End, I'll show you bodness

Free the dawgs dem free all the YO's

Like hyenas, them young **** wild. Free Riz out the can, free wild

Haven't seen broski in a while

And free thoro the East End menace

Creep up, pop up out the crevice

Gotta stack all them racks, no tennis

Catch a body and fly out to Venice, gang