West to East
I went to the west
Where fame is the best
I wanted to catch me an ash
Went back to the east
Money increase
I wanted to make me a bag
Fuck the ops
They swerving right past
They don't stop
They know that ill blast
Just want me some bands in a bag
Get my fame
Move em out the trap
With my shawty
We running them racks
Cop a house
We running it back
Cop a cat
We movin too fast
We get bored
We switch to a jag
Movin up
Ain't no turning back
He said what
Now he a has been
Gotta gun
Lil nigga come blast it
Actin tuff
Lil nigga cause havoc
O you done
Dumb nigga still up
Boy you better run back
Cause we clapping
Stupid dumb bitch she a smoochie
Let her go lil bro she a wetty
I remember my dick in her belly
I was making I clap in a telly
I'm sorry fuck ticko i said
It was his shawty, yeah i bent it
Lil shawty a dub
Forget it
We smoke on that nezzi
We been lit
Pull up lil nigga
I said it
You'll get smacked with the grip
Let the shells hit
They gave me your shirt
Then I ripped it
Cause we smokin them both
No forgiveness
I hated them niggas
They finished
Now who want it next
I'm with it
Wanna swerve in them Bentleys
We moving through blocks
Lil bro got the broom
Cause I'm grooving with mops
We dumping that water
The block really hot
Don't get it two-stepping
Cause you can get rocked
They walk in my shadow
Like nigga just come one
The block is real shallow
Cause you can get snuck on
Niggas like trackstars
Track meet, button
We knock that one down
Then pass to the next one
Where fame is the best
I wanted to catch me an ash
Went back to the east
Money increase
I wanted to make me a bag
Fuck the ops
They swerving right past
They don't stop
They know that ill blast
Just want me some bands in a bag
Get my fame
Move em out the trap
With my shawty
We running them racks
Cop a house
We running it back
Cop a cat
We movin too fast
We get bored
We switch to a jag
Movin up
Ain't no turning back
He said what
Now he a has been
Gotta gun
Lil nigga come blast it
Actin tuff
Lil nigga cause havoc
O you done
Dumb nigga still up
Boy you better run back
Cause we clapping
Stupid dumb bitch she a smoochie
Let her go lil bro she a wetty
I remember my dick in her belly
I was making I clap in a telly
I'm sorry fuck ticko i said
It was his shawty, yeah i bent it
Lil shawty a dub
Forget it
We smoke on that nezzi
We been lit
Pull up lil nigga
I said it
You'll get smacked with the grip
Let the shells hit
They gave me your shirt
Then I ripped it
Cause we smokin them both
No forgiveness
I hated them niggas
They finished
Now who want it next
I'm with it
Wanna swerve in them Bentleys
We moving through blocks
Lil bro got the broom
Cause I'm grooving with mops
We dumping that water
The block really hot
Don't get it two-stepping
Cause you can get rocked
They walk in my shadow
Like nigga just come one
The block is real shallow
Cause you can get snuck on
Niggas like trackstars
Track meet, button
We knock that one down
Then pass to the next one
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Rodriguez
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