MikeyGang, Lil Cray - Best Side Lyrics

East side nigga, but I trap on the west side
Treat it like the best side
I was on 117th with yo baby momma, she was riding P side
Pistol on my lap just in case a nigga gotta slide
One in the head just in case a nigga wanna die
Two middle fingers for the pussies on the other side
Three trigger fingers cause I'm never riding dolo
I hit him so close that I got blood on my polo
I hit the dope so hard junkies knocking at the front door
I ran these racks so long cause I used to be so broke
Stepped in these streets, took off the plug, then the I conquered
I was really in the field I turned the trap up
I was going bonkers
I was Rack4Rack before I even had racks
Pop this bean have a heart attack
Finesse that boy and he still came back
Fuck you thought I was giving it back?
Salute me or shoot me, I promise I'm a die a king
If I'm ever wrong correct me, if I'm ever lost direct me
East side nigga, but I trap on the west side
Treat it like the best side
I was on 117th with yo baby momma, she was riding P side
Pistol on my lap just in case a nigga gotta slide
One in the head just in case a nigga wanna die
Two middle fingers for the pussies on the other side
Three trigger fingers cause I'm never riding dolo
I hit him so close that I got blood on my polo
I hit the dope so hard junkies knocking at the front door
I ran these racks so long cause I used to be so broke
Stepped in these streets, took off the plug, then I conquered
I was really in the field I turned the trap up
I was going bonkers
I'm a baby momma fucker
But I can never love her
Been trapping so long, but I never serve a undercover
I got em jelly cause my sandwich it got peanut butter
Prison rushed my hours, feeling like I'm Chris Tucker
Stepped on the dope till the mother fuckin' D lock
Meeting with the bugs at the mother fuckin' bee hive
Bought with the bugs I sold it to cuz
He said it ain't right but it was what it was, it is what it is
Play with my gang then we gone smoke you like a cig
I ain't got no kids but all these baby bottles I need a bib
Need a crib, got me one
Bro see a opp, he dropping one
Spot em got em we beatbox him with this chop and chop him up
In prison mixing foxies up
Taking Vyvanse like they Roxies huh
I'm scamming on this proxy huh
Fraud protection blocking stuff
Uh uh
I scam and I do some drug dealing
I got hoes and pros and dough
These Xans got my head in the ceiling
I don't know what's going on
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East side nigga, but I trap on the west side
Treat it like the best side
I was on 117th with yo baby momma, she was riding P side
Pistol on my lap just in case a nigga gotta slide
One in the head just in case a nigga wanna die
Two middle fingers for the pussies on the other side
Three trigger fingers cause I'm never riding dolo
I hit him so close that I got blood on my polo
I hit the dope so hard junkies knocking at the front door
I ran these racks so long cause I used to be so broke
Stepped in these streets, took off the plug, then the I conquered
I was really in the field I turned the trap up
I was going bonkers
I was Rack4Rack before I even had racks
Pop this bean have a heart attack
Finesse that boy and he still came back
Fuck you thought I was giving it back?
Salute me or shoot me, I promise I'm a die a king
If I'm ever wrong correct me, if I'm ever lost direct me
East side nigga, but I trap on the west side
Treat it like the best side
I was on 117th with yo baby momma, she was riding P side
Pistol on my lap just in case a nigga gotta slide
One in the head just in case a nigga wanna die
Two middle fingers for the pussies on the other side
Three trigger fingers cause I'm never riding dolo
I hit him so close that I got blood on my polo
I hit the dope so hard junkies knocking at the front door
I ran these racks so long cause I used to be so broke
Stepped in these streets, took off the plug, then I conquered
I was really in the field I turned the trap up
I was going bonkers
I'm a baby momma fucker
But I can never love her
Been trapping so long, but I never serve a undercover
I got em jelly cause my sandwich it got peanut butter
Prison rushed my hours, feeling like I'm Chris Tucker
Stepped on the dope till the mother fuckin' D lock
Meeting with the bugs at the mother fuckin' bee hive
Bought with the bugs I sold it to cuz
He said it ain't right but it was what it was, it is what it is
Play with my gang then we gone smoke you like a cig
I ain't got no kids but all these baby bottles I need a bib
Need a crib, got me one
Bro see a opp, he dropping one
Spot em got em we beatbox him with this chop and chop him up
In prison mixing foxies up
Taking Vyvanse like they Roxies huh
I'm scamming on this proxy huh
Fraud protection blocking stuff
Uh uh
I scam and I do some drug dealing
I got hoes and pros and dough
These Xans got my head in the ceiling
I don't know what's going on
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la