E Street Flow

[Intro Fat Trel:]
UGH
Yeah
[Clears throat]
It's bout that time mane
Well ugh

[Verse 1 Fat Trel:]
I got money in my eyes, no surprise, how I'm riding
Rapping all the time I'm just waiting on my signing
Rappers on their heels, I was trapping while reclining
Wondering what took that boy Wale so long to find her
Minding my business, but all the haters in it
That's why when I'm preforming they never want me to finish
And I'm just warming up, the liquor keep me replenished
My swag so different, North East significance
Rapping got me getting it, chilling on my Gilligan
Island got my wilding, and styling, and popping Ritalin
Geeking just to spit again, studio giggling
Laughing at my past, and then asking to call my bitch again
Tell her to come over in that Rover and let me hit again
Watch her legs open, that ocean where I be swimming in
Hoping that the coast ain't clear, so I can open it
And let the whole city, and Maryland Virgina listen in

[Verse 2 Wale:]
Tell E Street don't worry we gotta 'em
Nigga jump out lemme know if there's a problem
High tail Prada, pop my collar, son y'all nigga's [?]
Picking up Trel on the way down bottom
[?] to the Chronic [?]
L.V. jeans so my posites Copper
Doing pretty good for a nigga quit college
HUH, I'm just counting my cottage
ROC nation, y'all know Mr. Carter
Stop hatin DC, know I got ya
MoCo too, no, a nigga ain't forgot ya
Switching up lanes, all black thang
Fried than a mug with some porno Dame
I don't sell drugs, but my boy got Cane
Niggas cooking up pies like Digiorno, mane
HUH, I'm a keep a nigga off the street
So please stand for the whole North East
MoCo bang, lil G-R-E, Fat Trel'd up, A-L-E, BIOTCHH

[Verse 3 Fat Trel:]
Ride through my city with a bad ass bitch
Bad ass 40 with a 30 round clip
Put it on my hip let a nigga bullshit
And I react like Gucci and then I dip
Say you getting tips, bitch I sold like six
And I sold more hoes than you sold bricks
Can't see the [?]
And I drink more O cups, take more pictures
White and yellow diamonds she know that's my shit
Phat ass and tits, you know that's my bitch
Sixteen 'hunnid block [?]
So you know I copped a 'hunnid block of that shit
Like fuck school, rather fuck hoes, count my bread, smoke more Dro
Pop more [?]
Go to Go-Go's, and stunt on bitch nigga's and bad ass hoes
On the highway doing one-six-o
Laughing at the bread falling out my window
UH, Fat Trel smoke [?] and my weed ain't grained, for yo info
Purp in my cup make me fuck slow
But when I blend up than the bitch won't know, and UGH
That's when down South she go, blowing kid dick like a Saxophone
Lul money, can't leave them stacks alone
Nigga's to scared to react with the zone
Fucked ya baby mova, told her go on home
Now I heard the bitch love me and she playing on my phone
Like bitch, "SO WHAT", bitch "SHUT UP"
Tell ya baby fava, I'ont give uh fuck
When he see me, he gon' be strapped, when he see me ask me "What's up"
E Street bang, let the pump lift 'em up
Throw 'em in the trunk nigga, light his ass up
UGH, Fat Trel, I'on't really give ah fuck
Nigga, North East, E Street, sipping on da cup
That's Grey Goose, that shit straight
Got my pocket my shit paid
Aye Wale, say "What's good"
Next day we go get that K, and we can go get that cake
Like what you nigga's bake