Westside Freestyle
(Whoa, yeah) 1700 on glasses just so I see through the cap
Young nigga with a bankroll,
Got this shit popping and I did it myself
4 seater benz, she ain't got no pants
I fucked that bitch on the top of the roof
I'm on rodeo with racks,
big racks matter fact I pray that I never get wacked
(Whoa)
I told my mother I loved her today some niggas couldn't do it
Jail call with my brother today (Facts)
Your honor free him he ain't do it
I mixed the hen with the perky today
(Gang) and I went and did some music
I might just fuck with my daughter
today (Whoa) only reason I ain't lose it
Percocet mami, how much did you pay for that body (Yeah)
She tryna try me, bitch you know I don't cuff on no thotty
Bitch I hope you don't think you gone line
me, shit you know how we move like the army
I got a nigga with me back in the days
he used to shoot up the parties (Yeah)
Don't want to bring 'em out (Facts) that's the shit we about (whoa)
Appearance 10G and up
She want me to eat her out (No)
(Bitch is you crazy I wish I would eat
you out, you better go head' bugged out)
Seeing me, she keep talking about seeing me
She want to fuck in a bnb, I texted her the addy to bnb
Yeah I'm on the west side,
I just touched down on the westside bitch better pardon my drip
When I step on the westside, I met a bitch soon
As I stepped on the west side
Bunch of pointers at Milan show, I'm on the runway drippin'
As long as money is getting printed you know the boy gone get it
Maddie CC me on email it's about chicken
I can't complain about shit cause a nigga still living
1700 on glasses just so I see through the cap
Young nigga with a bankroll,
Got this shit popping and I did it myself
4 seater benz, she ain't got no pants
I fucked that bitch on the top of the roof
I'm on rodeo with racks,
big racks matter fact I pray that I never get wacked
Whoa
1700 on glasses just so I see through the cap
Young nigga with a bankroll,
Got this shit popping and I did it myself
4 seater benz, she ain't got no pants
I fucked that bitch on the top of the roof
I'm on rodeo with racks,
big racks matter fact I pray that I never get wacked
Whoa
Young nigga with a bankroll,
Got this shit popping and I did it myself
4 seater benz, she ain't got no pants
I fucked that bitch on the top of the roof
I'm on rodeo with racks,
big racks matter fact I pray that I never get wacked
(Whoa)
I told my mother I loved her today some niggas couldn't do it
Jail call with my brother today (Facts)
Your honor free him he ain't do it
I mixed the hen with the perky today
(Gang) and I went and did some music
I might just fuck with my daughter
today (Whoa) only reason I ain't lose it
Percocet mami, how much did you pay for that body (Yeah)
She tryna try me, bitch you know I don't cuff on no thotty
Bitch I hope you don't think you gone line
me, shit you know how we move like the army
I got a nigga with me back in the days
he used to shoot up the parties (Yeah)
Don't want to bring 'em out (Facts) that's the shit we about (whoa)
Appearance 10G and up
She want me to eat her out (No)
(Bitch is you crazy I wish I would eat
you out, you better go head' bugged out)
Seeing me, she keep talking about seeing me
She want to fuck in a bnb, I texted her the addy to bnb
Yeah I'm on the west side,
I just touched down on the westside bitch better pardon my drip
When I step on the westside, I met a bitch soon
As I stepped on the west side
Bunch of pointers at Milan show, I'm on the runway drippin'
As long as money is getting printed you know the boy gone get it
Maddie CC me on email it's about chicken
I can't complain about shit cause a nigga still living
1700 on glasses just so I see through the cap
Young nigga with a bankroll,
Got this shit popping and I did it myself
4 seater benz, she ain't got no pants
I fucked that bitch on the top of the roof
I'm on rodeo with racks,
big racks matter fact I pray that I never get wacked
Whoa
1700 on glasses just so I see through the cap
Young nigga with a bankroll,
Got this shit popping and I did it myself
4 seater benz, she ain't got no pants
I fucked that bitch on the top of the roof
I'm on rodeo with racks,
big racks matter fact I pray that I never get wacked
Whoa
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Writer(s): Christopher S. Torpey, David L. Snell, Unique Herbert
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