Party On The East Cide

Tha New Cartel Music

Yeah, aye

It's time to throw a party, fuck it

Call my **** and go up

Four 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, **** live and they learn

**** still wanna place, so I'm taking they turn

When you keep that shit real, that's to straighten they nerves

If a **** 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 **** from the west side too

We do thangs, I'ma do the best I can do

Hit me back in a minute, gotta get this loot

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 somethin'?

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, ho I'm worried 'bout my chips

On gang, let me show you how the east side do it

We gang bang, but my **** from the west side too

That's real shit, I'ma 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 **** and go up

Four 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, **** live and they learn

**** still wanna place, so I'm taking they turn

When you keep that shit real, that's to straighten they nerves

(Look) If a **** get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve, on gang

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

Ho, stop saying my name 'cause you wearing it out

Give a fuck how they feel, they gon' respect my house

We'll knock a **** out, keep running your mouth

We ain't fucking with them **** doing shit for clout

Now fuck that, where they at?

Baby sleep, grab the strap

You already know where it's at, put these **** on they back

How I'm trippin', **** 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, ho, I'm worried 'bout my chips

It's time to throw a party, fuck it

Call my **** and go up

Four 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, **** live and they learn

**** still wanna place, so I'm taking they turn

When you keep that shit real, that's to straighten they nerves

If a **** get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve

On gang!

Tha New Cartel Music