Eagle Land

[Chorus]
Yeah, my niggas aching, bound to kill for any reason
When I’m off the gas, a nigga turn into a demon
Why the fuck you at the table when you know your ass ain’t eating?
Bouta cook a nigga , I don’t need to add the seasoning
I ain’t talking second hand, I’m really bout the smoke
When I spot the plot, I’m cock the Glock , them niggas gotta go
I’ma put all of my niggas on, them bitches better know
From the 803 & 843 , them niggas bouta blow

[Verse 1]
Talking word for word and bar for bar, they couldn’t catch the flow
Diss the crew and I’ma pull up where you stay
Even though we cooling , all my niggas banging grey
Real trap babies, giving props to Chuck and Zay
Pop a couple xannies, I’ma rock out like a band
Rubber band, we been down to stretch a man
Lilwalls point the Glock to where you stand
All my niggas born and raised in eagle land
Like I said I’m by the door with the 4
(Aye, where that nigga at , JTC?) I don’t know, he gotta go
Showing her the ropes, she love to suck it on the low
Snitching ass niggas, you be talking to the folks
You know how it goes

[Chorus]
Yeah, my niggas aching, bound to kill for any reason
When I’m off the gas, a nigga turn into a demon
Why the fuck you at the table when you know your ass ain’t eating?
Bouta cook a nigga , I don’t need to add the seasoning
I ain’t talking second hand, I’m really bout the smoke
When I spot the plot, I’m cock the Glock , them niggas gotta go
I’ma put all of my niggas on, them bitches better know
From the 803 & 843 , them niggas bouta blow

[Verse 2]
I’m the realest nigga, pop him like a pimple
Count a couple figures, really keep it simple
Nigga said fuck JTC and now he crippled
Bitches off the addy’s , wanna show a kid a nipple
Chopper get to ringing like a fucking tambourine
I don’t do the perkys, I just give them to the fiends
Hop up on this dick and bounce on it like trampolines
Cop a couple throwaways , it’s time to clear the scene
32 shots up in my Glock
Niggas bouta get popped, block is getting hot
Niggas gone want that drop, the way that I’m moving , they want me to stop
I get on my shit, I don’t fuck with the law
I get on my shit, I don’t fuck with the law

[Chorus]
Yeah, my niggas aching, bound to kill for any reason
When I’m off the gas, a nigga turn into a demon
Why the fuck you at the table when you know your ass ain’t eating?
Bouta cook a nigga , I don’t need to add the seasoning
I ain’t talking second hand, I’m really bout the smoke
When I spot the plot, I’m cock the Glock , them niggas gotta go
I’ma put all of my niggas on, them bitches better know
From the 803 & 843 , them niggas bouta blow