Eastside WillThaRapper

[Intro]
Always gotta do something
It’s like I don’t even got my squad out here
Listen

[Verse 1]
They say they say look
Will the rapper he just loco how his name poppin
Fuck his rap shit don’t need a name I won’t pump it
I'm taking everything shoes and this chain and this wallet
They selling everything junk you name it they got it
I'm from the parties where my bitches love proper accent
Ain’t go to college, but my profits look like Donald’s checks
My cash rolling in parkas on professor X
I get a stash until I need it though I really flex
But when I do I shout the tower down hoe stop
Close shop I'm in the streets like a road block
I squeeze the trigger til the breathing from his nose stop
Open the gates of hell just to watch his soul drop
I serve pills and pack the squad sold rock
And if he feel run up on me he be a bold cock
Don’t pursue me end up shootin like fuck yo badge homie
Cuz I can’t let em find these drugs or this cash on me
They gonna give me more years than my last homie
I have to sell til the doctor put the tag on me