I'm on the west side, and we slide with the gang First nigga play and we bustin' his brain
Gotta move out of the way, gotta stay in my lane
Rely on this Wock just to ease the pain And I'll kill for you, would you do the same
Don't change your ways, just stay the same Said I need your love, but you playin' games
Ooh, baby, why you playin' games wit me
Late night ride in the coupe, it's tinted I step with my brother, we standin' on business
We standin' on business, you know we be spinnin' They think we fell off, but it's just the beginning
We never gon' end it We popping them Percs, might turn into menace
We roll up the doja, be gone in some minutes
Niggas say they want smoke, don't say that shit Ride with some demons, don't play that shit
Lil' bro get a bucket like lay that shit
And I need the backends, like pay that shit
Lil' ten outta ten, who I lay up with
Need you on my side, who I stay up with
If I hand you the Glock, don't spray that shit
We thumbin' through hunnids , a call from that money, you know we be runnin
I call her for sex, and put dick in her stomach
Don't lie to me, baby, just keep it 100
Balenci on feet, so they know we be stompin
Music, damn, they know we be bumpin , they dissin'
Damn, you know how we comin
I post on the block like my last name was Drummond
Like an A&T band, how them Glocks got them drums
I spent bout three bands on a bottle of rum
My bitch, she be lookin' like models or some
Got a switch on the Glock, fully auto the gun
And I'll be damned if I sit here and just think about the shit we had
I lost my soldiers, I'm just prayin' for the shit we had
Mmmm, Why won't you to take me back ?
You be trippin' by the little shit, it make me mad
Now I'm high as f*ck I'm tweakin
You say that I'm geekin
All these niggas bitchin' so that Glock gon' get to squeezin
I know they just want my spot
But I'ma keep on goin', tryna make it to the top
I be thinkin' bout my life, it's safe to say I learned a lot
Like is they really with me, is they waitin' for me to rot
Everybody gangsta' til a nigga get shot
They take one of mine and we spinnin' the block
I feel like O'Dell, how I'm catchin' a opp
He ran out the shoe, left a hole in this socks
They screamin' out "KAPPY" I walk in the spot
Don't mention them guns, bitch, we got a lot
I f*cked on my wrist, I was whippin' the pot
I know she a groupie, can't f*ck with no thot
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I'm on the west side, and we slide with the gang First nigga play and we bustin' his brain
Gotta move out of the way, gotta stay in my lane
Rely on this Wock just to ease the pain And I'll kill for you, would you do the same
Don't change your ways, just stay the same Said I need your love, but you playin' games
Ooh, baby, why you playin' games wit me
Late night ride in the coupe, it's tinted I step with my brother, we standin' on business
We standin' on business, you know we be spinnin' They think we fell off, but it's just the beginning
We never gon' end it We popping them Percs, might turn into menace
We roll up the doja, be gone in some minutes
Niggas say they want smoke, don't say that shit Ride with some demons, don't play that shit
Lil' bro get a bucket like lay that shit
And I need the backends, like pay that shit
Lil' ten outta ten, who I lay up with
Need you on my side, who I stay up with
If I hand you the Glock, don't spray that shit
We thumbin' through hunnids , a call from that money, you know we be runnin
I call her for sex, and put dick in her stomach
Don't lie to me, baby, just keep it 100
Balenci on feet, so they know we be stompin
Music, damn, they know we be bumpin , they dissin'
Damn, you know how we comin
I post on the block like my last name was Drummond
Like an A&T band, how them Glocks got them drums
I spent bout three bands on a bottle of rum
My bitch, she be lookin' like models or some
Got a switch on the Glock, fully auto the gun
And I'll be damned if I sit here and just think about the shit we had
I lost my soldiers, I'm just prayin' for the shit we had
Mmmm, Why won't you to take me back ?
You be trippin' by the little shit, it make me mad
Now I'm high as f*ck I'm tweakin
You say that I'm geekin
All these niggas bitchin' so that Glock gon' get to squeezin
I know they just want my spot
But I'ma keep on goin', tryna make it to the top
I be thinkin' bout my life, it's safe to say I learned a lot
Like is they really with me, is they waitin' for me to rot
Everybody gangsta' til a nigga get shot
They take one of mine and we spinnin' the block
I feel like O'Dell, how I'm catchin' a opp
He ran out the shoe, left a hole in this socks
They screamin' out "KAPPY" I walk in the spot
Don't mention them guns, bitch, we got a lot
I f*cked on my wrist, I was whippin' the pot
I know she a groupie, can't f*ck with no thot
Gotta move out of the way, gotta stay in my lane
Rely on this Wock just to ease the pain And I'll kill for you, would you do the same
Don't change your ways, just stay the same Said I need your love, but you playin' games
Ooh, baby, why you playin' games wit me
Late night ride in the coupe, it's tinted I step with my brother, we standin' on business
We standin' on business, you know we be spinnin' They think we fell off, but it's just the beginning
We never gon' end it We popping them Percs, might turn into menace
We roll up the doja, be gone in some minutes
Niggas say they want smoke, don't say that shit Ride with some demons, don't play that shit
Lil' bro get a bucket like lay that shit
And I need the backends, like pay that shit
Lil' ten outta ten, who I lay up with
Need you on my side, who I stay up with
If I hand you the Glock, don't spray that shit
We thumbin' through hunnids , a call from that money, you know we be runnin
I call her for sex, and put dick in her stomach
Don't lie to me, baby, just keep it 100
Balenci on feet, so they know we be stompin
Music, damn, they know we be bumpin , they dissin'
Damn, you know how we comin
I post on the block like my last name was Drummond
Like an A&T band, how them Glocks got them drums
I spent bout three bands on a bottle of rum
My bitch, she be lookin' like models or some
Got a switch on the Glock, fully auto the gun
And I'll be damned if I sit here and just think about the shit we had
I lost my soldiers, I'm just prayin' for the shit we had
Mmmm, Why won't you to take me back ?
You be trippin' by the little shit, it make me mad
Now I'm high as f*ck I'm tweakin
You say that I'm geekin
All these niggas bitchin' so that Glock gon' get to squeezin
I know they just want my spot
But I'ma keep on goin', tryna make it to the top
I be thinkin' bout my life, it's safe to say I learned a lot
Like is they really with me, is they waitin' for me to rot
Everybody gangsta' til a nigga get shot
They take one of mine and we spinnin' the block
I feel like O'Dell, how I'm catchin' a opp
He ran out the shoe, left a hole in this socks
They screamin' out "KAPPY" I walk in the spot
Don't mention them guns, bitch, we got a lot
I f*cked on my wrist, I was whippin' the pot
I know she a groupie, can't f*ck with no thot
Writer: Jaylan Miller
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