Westside Stupid
I'm from the Westside
I can't trust her if she light skin
I keep a burner and a bobble on my nightstand
Yeah, it's crazy how your rival got you tied in
'Cause your homies, they gon' kill ya if you ride Benz
Woah, where the dollars
I could've bought a Beamer but I had to go Impala
Yeah, this bitch a Nina but it's rocking like a choppa
I call her Aquafina, pussy drippin' like it's water
Wait, look, ayy, ayy
I empty out my Nikes and I turn that to a bank
I'm talking 'bout, I'm talking 'bout that shoe wash, nigga
I remember in that county, yeah, I flip flop niggas
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in L.A, I feel like 2Pac, nigga
Look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac, nigga
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
I'm from the Westside, where the best die
Who up next, step up let your test fire
I'm from the Westside, throw your sets high
Nigga, we bustin' checks, ah
Bat and my gun, go stupid
Old bread, my car look newish
Sockin' niggas out, we at the mall
My nigga need it all, you steady hittin' the blogs
Hangin with them niggas, life sentence, I'll give you death
Then you turn to SixNine when you really should played the left
Once I got put on, my nigga, I fell in love
Got this .38 snub and you bragging about your plug
Hollered at T.F, he said homies was in they feelings
So I pulled up to the set to save niggas who's loading pictures
How we slide double r's and double m's
How I jump out to fit this into a Benz
I know we beefin' and all, but I gotta win, ayy, yeah
Big shit poppin', floss ain't got it
Rich ass nigga
Low Benz solid
Bitch gone nigga, ayy
Fig side knock it
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
I'm from the Westside, where the best die
Who up next, step up let your test fire
I'm from the Westside
Throw your sets, high Nigga, we bustin' checks, ah
I can't trust her if she light skin
I keep a burner and a bobble on my nightstand
Yeah, it's crazy how your rival got you tied in
'Cause your homies, they gon' kill ya if you ride Benz
Woah, where the dollars
I could've bought a Beamer but I had to go Impala
Yeah, this bitch a Nina but it's rocking like a choppa
I call her Aquafina, pussy drippin' like it's water
Wait, look, ayy, ayy
I empty out my Nikes and I turn that to a bank
I'm talking 'bout, I'm talking 'bout that shoe wash, nigga
I remember in that county, yeah, I flip flop niggas
K5, LAX, I flew by niggas
To live and die in L.A, I feel like 2Pac, nigga
Look, I said I flew by niggas
Westside when we ride, I feel like 2Pac, nigga
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
I'm from the Westside, where the best die
Who up next, step up let your test fire
I'm from the Westside, throw your sets high
Nigga, we bustin' checks, ah
Bat and my gun, go stupid
Old bread, my car look newish
Sockin' niggas out, we at the mall
My nigga need it all, you steady hittin' the blogs
Hangin with them niggas, life sentence, I'll give you death
Then you turn to SixNine when you really should played the left
Once I got put on, my nigga, I fell in love
Got this .38 snub and you bragging about your plug
Hollered at T.F, he said homies was in they feelings
So I pulled up to the set to save niggas who's loading pictures
How we slide double r's and double m's
How I jump out to fit this into a Benz
I know we beefin' and all, but I gotta win, ayy, yeah
Big shit poppin', floss ain't got it
Rich ass nigga
Low Benz solid
Bitch gone nigga, ayy
Fig side knock it
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
Bitch, I go Westside stupid (Bitch, I go Westside stupid)
Westside stupid (Westside stupid)
I'm from the Westside, where the best die
Who up next, step up let your test fire
I'm from the Westside
Throw your sets, high Nigga, we bustin' checks, ah
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Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Branden Webb, Mychal Ryan Hatch, Iosua David I Tima, Quincy Hanley
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