Lyrics EAST BOUND (feat. Rxchbeeezy) - UNOBKOY A1 feat. Rxchbeeezy

I need all the bad bitches to the front line (to the front)
All my niggas come with choppers like a drum line (brraa)
And we know the beat that beats the fuckin' punchline
And ain't nobody talkin' when we walkin' when it's crunch time

Tiny with a Glock on the block, you gon' ask about me
Yeah, them niggas bungin' out shit, so don't ask about me
All them niggas pop it on the net, but they ain't tag nobody
Why would I beef with a nigga with no money?

Briefcase stuff it in the bag with a code on it
Police on my ass, and you know I got pole on it
Catch a eye black, and then you know we gon' blow on him
Get in the hood while we niggas gon' race this

Thick, thick bitch shakin' hella ass on the K-Stick
Kill switch, put me in, coach, I'm a drill shit
Real barrel shit off the road if you try to ditch
BBS diamonds, clean coat with a big wrist

Stuffin' hella pinks and all blues with a sweet tooth
Said I get money, bad bitch, say, "Me too"
Leave who? Bitch, gon' get a bag, I believe you
If it ain't blue faces, why the fuck would I need you?

Bitch, bitch, we break necks when we walk through
Stop who? Better watch your mouth, 'cause that's not true
Big body shit, my niggas staggin' up on dog food (say what?)
Tell them niggas stop before we pull up and we pop, dude

Bitch, bitch, I walked in with a stick on me
A young nigga and I'm aiming for your big homies
Little niggas saggin' on shit, but don't you little bruh me
I got some rap money for the lil homies

On the set
And we ain't beefin' with no rap niggas

We ain't beefin' with no rap niggas
I had to cut some niggas off, now my bag bigger
Baby cute, her friend too, but the trap different
You, you got a little gun, but mine slap bigger

Fuck a stock up, I'm rockin' 30 with the Kenzo sweater
I told her, baby watch it up, so I can place it better
Summertime, I shite, see on, like, what the fuck is weather?
Can't hit the field, y'all shoes untied, you a halfway stepper

Like how she handing over love when I barely met her
Them niggas buckin', I have it, shit, know the kids do it better
Take a bad bitch to Mexico, get her booty bigger
I love shit like her lil friend cause her coochie wetter

Bust down diamonds on her ass, a cold December
My breath a way to keep it goin', just a fender bender (alright hold up)
Tell buddy, tell me you on the joint, think I'm fallin' quicker
I foot chase a boogie, them now late November

Do whatever for the tip of my life, say I miss her
She suck me up all on the block, well, homie, you kissed her