what's goin on

Singer: east, dave

yo

you know that bitch?

come on

son

you know i know this bitch

you know that bitch

we used to see her at the store every mornin'

the 2-4

crescent?

exactly

i used to fuck her sister but you ain't know that though

we gon' do tellys upstairs with judy

upstairs with judy! got 'em!

uh

acknowledge i'm sent

christian dior probably my scent

five percent tint

that money dirty

gotta get rinsed

i'm probably in philly

auntie block

high

eatin' fish

diamond my wrist

better than the block pumpin'

tryna get rent

not in my circle? then you tryna get spent

we're tryna get rich

pull up knockin' gladys on niggas

the way we livin' might embarrass you niggas

might fade to black on you niggas

depressed faces

they sad

mad i actually did it

the homie died

i went and tatted my nigga

pinky ringin'

me and four ladies at brunch

got attitudes like they came on the bus

can't make this up

cigar smoke lingerin'

this gun on me large

it's not medium

just got off them papers

he smokin' weed again

they was callin' me bro

catch a shot over that nautica boat

i'm a wolf

never call me the goat

they all wanna know

betcha don't know what's goin' on

the streets don't love you like i do

betcha don't know what's goin' on

the streets don't love you like i do

ooh. y'all don't even know

betcha don't know

yeah

my side different

they callin' us when the vibe driftin'

we the wave that got the tides shiftin'

i move weight

never tried liftin'

never leave it

gotta ride with 'em

you nosey niggas probably tried sniffin'

real tissue

the bros will wipe your nose

makin' friends with the money expose all type of foes

i be super fly

these hoes just wipe my clothes

she's a easy target

you 'posed to snipe at those

in the rolls doin' 60

bumpin' that nipsey

shorty with me kind of tiny

one drink and she tipsy

always think she know somethin'

be callin' her gypsy

told her

believe it or not