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stop6 lo’key - eastside anthem pt2 lyrics

[lokey]
eastside n-gga ima stop6 thug
817 872 blood
muggin in the club
guaranteed u gettin slugged
u dont even kno yo side
b-tch its eastside
eastside n-gga ima stop6 thug
817 872 blood
muggin in the club
guaranteed u gettin slugged
u dont even kno yo side
b-tch its eastside

[lokey]
first n-gga pop off at the lip
ima hit em wit the 30 round clip
n if u his n-gga u better get away from him
cause i got, big guns makin big noise
still ridin round wit them big toys
n it ain’t no game cause i done feeled pain
u wouldn’t understand where i come from
used to be in my cousin trap wit big pump
still wit the same lil n-ggas gon murk sum
n i ain’t gotta say nun
ima point at ya n watch how fast when the k comes
young n-ggas gon spray sun
roll up sum kush n we all back thuggin
i dont want ya number i jus want ya money
look, i dont entertain no dummys
im back in that lab
n i been blowin that loud
probation, it slowed me down
im still the (?) of my town
been claimin this sh-t for a while
murda worth texas ima hold it down
new on the block, u new to this sh-t
dont know how to hustle but always hit l!cks
i can tell when u heard when u bought yo lil b-tch
i was there wit yo b-tch n she (?)
aye, kick doe
make em get low
like u screamin out what they in foe?
i ain’t gotta reload
let the heat go
leave his shirt all red like a cheeto
smokin like a primo
wit a deebo
take em up, pistol whip ya kinfolk
u dont wanna enter in here no moe
1 way in, know where u can’t go
dont f-ck wit the otherside, no i can’t go

[lokey]
aye, gang sh-t
n we bang sh-t
bussin at them n-ggas that u came wit
i ain’t the one to play wit
when the k spit
bodies droppin everywhere like a lightswitch
dont even know yo side
b-tch its eastside
till a n-gga die
keep the pump in the seat when im ridin
n i ain’t gotta keep c-ckin back cause its fully automatic, pistol grip n i bet it do the job
n-ggas know im hot
livin my life like im 2pac, live a thug life till i die
ion rap about lies
he tough cause he went n did time
i been in these streets on frontline
real typa n-gga talkin bout what u gon do
prolly got a pistol, but not gon shoot
u shoulda talked about, the sh-t i go thru
u say u from the hood, but dont know u
aye, breakin them pounds out the plastic
we rappin
we trappin
n he the plug he from cali
b-tch look like a model she say she from dallas, was happenin
bet a young n-gga gon (?)
let a young n-gga come hit
young n-gga bangin stop6
young n-gga the mix
aye, got my young thug
aye, i got my young thugs all in the mix

- stop6 lokey lyrics

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