On This Side (feat. A$AP ANT & CruddyMurda)

Uh, cash out

Go to Prada, I need clothes

Go to Melrose for some hoes

I'm in LA, at the Grove

White air forces, I stay low

Marino shirt, underneath the pole

Gotta stay fresh, R.I.P Bankroll

Lightskin shorty, like Keyshia Cole

I love that bitch, X and O

Paycheck, I see decimals

Codeine taste like Jello

Might grow my hair like Melo

Neon lights, my car glow

Back to the future like Marty McFly

Pour up a deuce 'cause I gotta stay high

I drive the whip, I touch her thighs

When I pull out my dick, don't act surprised (Don't act surprised)

I don't know what it is

Is it me or how I live?

You'll die to feel what it's like to be here on this side

I don't know what it is (She said she want to go to, uh, Jamaica)

Is it me or how I live? (I tell her close her eyes, you can be anywhere you wanna be)

You'll die to feel what it's like to be here on this side

You dig what I'm saying? (Nah, for real, man)

Damn, aye Cruddy

Been through some shit, got a hell of a story

Bought me a watch

Put me more in my glory

Come to my spot, you can never record me

I tryna get it and better my people

Tryna show 'em a little more 'cause they know I get even

I hate all the rumors a **** been hearing

I'm getting this paper

Them **** pretendin'

I need a preacher

A **** been sinnin'

I took some L's, but I'm usually winnin'

I poured a deuce of the Wock and I added some Quai

That's just how a **** been sippin'

I pulled out a hundred and showed her it's me

She buy me a pint, I might get on one knee

Put Chanel on her bag and Rick on her feet

When I lift up my arm, that's a quarter on me

I don't know what it is (We gon' get this shit as long as they print this shit, man)

Is it me or how I live? (Know what I'm saying?)

Brick on my wrist

You'll die to feel what it's like

Long live the men, man

To be here on this side

Free all the guys

R.I.P A$AP Yams, man

I don't know what it is

Big sheets and funnel on deck

Is it me or how I live?

Lost Boys, ASAP shit, man

Marino Infantry shit, man

Taking over, man, for the 2000s ****

You'll die to feel what it's like

To be here on this side

You know how the fuck we comin'

Don't know what I got, but it's hot

Maybe it's my style that drives 'em wild (Drives 'em wild)

Maybe it's the dough or the clothes

Baby, I don't know, I don't know

I'm on my motherfuckin' Flavor Flav shit

Don't know what I got but it's hot

Five-hundred bitches in the crib like Ray J

Maybe it's my style, that drives 'em wild (Drives 'em wild)

And we still spinning the bin for OG

Maybe it's the dough or the clothes

Baby, I don't know, I don't know (I don't know)

I don't know what it is

Is it me or how I live? (Don't worry)

You'll die to feel what it's like to be here on this side

I don't know what it is

Is it me or how I live?

You'll die to feel what it like to be here on this side

Aye, aye, Spizz man, pour that four up, let's get high, my boy