K Swoon - Wild West Lyrics

Got me a horse like the Wild West
Smoking exotic my gas the best
Fold under pressure your partner said
Red and black skin on a Texas tech
Came to the block yo squad fled cause we coming like a marching band
Smashed his hoe I'm a bad man
Dressed in Gucci that dapper dan
You do what you do til you make it
I'm a real one so why would I fake it
I Pop at ya crib like it's maintenance
I'm just a og in the making

I don't want yo hoe like I'm taken
I'm fly in the air like a raven
Black never crack on this foreign I painted
Got me some dawgs and them niggas is tameless
Right in the head we leaving em brainless
Wishing I'm dead, i know I ain't stainless
Shawty give head, she thinking I'm famous
Walk on a ledge, my life is too dangerous
Like f*ck what you talking bout
You been in the streets get the word out
It's stanky my trap like a outhouse
I'm royalty niggas gone bow down
That Fake love can't be around
Diamonds on my teeth, I got bright smile
I'm stuck in the booth, it's gone be awhile
Got 5 choppers In a penthouse
Get up out my phone
She twerking to my song
I'm dripping in V Lone
This pill I'm trippin on
I can't do no wrong
She say I'm a dog, but she wanna bone
I hit it then I'm gone
Designer on me and I mix match
He calling he wanting his bitch back
This money with me I can't detach
I'm drawing it back like a quarterback
Like a DN I want a sack
This Nina be catching whoever lack
Been sippin this lean like it's a Similac
I'm a big dog you a lil cat

Got me a horse like the Wild West
Smoking exotic my gas the best
Fold under pressure your partner said
Red and black skin on a Texas tech
Came to the block yo squad fled cause we coming like a marching band
Smashed his hoe I'm a bad man
Dressed in Gucci that dapper dan

Dirty sprite got a cool fizz
Most niggas don't know what real is
I'm First class for the business
I'm riding around with a dark tint
The police on me like what's happening
This life I been living extravagant
Can't f*ck with no hoe who be arrogant
I'm say it once I won't say again
I'm seeing the hate through the Ray Bands
Got a white baddie with a spray tan
I'm Shipping packs like the mailman
I know I'm great like I'm Welven
I'm looking to bring all the bags in
For the cash I got me a passion
I got it like why you is asking
My closet is drenched with this fashion
Yeah, I got what you looking for
Come in, shut the door
Stop playing and get yo hoe
This clip gone wipe your nose
My neck be looking froze
Don't stop so red mean go
I'm leaving the case closed
Thought you already know
For the money you know imma sprint
She cappin, she got me so bent
She calling on me for the rent
You know I ain't paying yo shit
Yo wallet is filled up with lent
Her booty is fat with a dent
He broke he ain't getting a cent
Water my ice on my wrist and my neck
It is a must I need my respect
If she outta line I put her in check
I don't got the time, break up in a text
She wasn't that fine, I'm on to the next
I swing on a vine, I'm always gone flex
This rari go fast, I pray ion wreck
I shoot for the stars, don't settle for less
Its all on her face I made shawty a mess
Yeah, you know what I'm saying, f*ck all the haters
Yeah, none of y'all can't feel real
Nah, none of y'all gone stop me
You know what I'm saying
Yeah
Hold up, you know that I'm back in it
My money be long like giraffes in it
I'm flipping through bags like a damn penny
I'm all on the block I ain't talking Jenny
I'm sippin too much I keep pouring Henny
I'm bustin his head like a blueberry
Nightmare on the street, shit is getting scary
Headband man no Jason Terry