West Coast Shit (feat. Kolbeef & Showtime)

Look
West coast shit
West coast shit

West coast onna top... can't tell me different
Home of the champs, the guap and the finer bitches
Purp and yellow in my blood, born to be profilic
Bleed blue, it's seeping through all designer stiches
I got my money on my mind cuz I'm chasing it
This rona got it raining out the sky so i'm raking it
I cant do no handouts I ain't shaking it
The city on my back just hold on and i ain't breaking shit
Ain't no getting by, we be getting paypa
All these niggas getting cut I ain't talking taypah
Call me beef... yeah I eat... I'm a known scraypah
Roll a grabba sit back watch this smoke vapor

Got the city on my back, LA home of the champs, west coast shit
This gon be yo favorite track, sit back and relax, stay smoking
Roll the weed, roll the runtz in my blunt, put my mind in slow motion
Catch me in traffic wit a bad bitch, west coast shit

West coast home of the best coast
And you know we keep the best smoke
Coming at you from the city to the ocean
When you see me UCLA like I'm Rosen
Married to the hustle, road to the riches
Betting on my vision, always been my mission
Nigga like me never trippen on no bitches
Big time moves greatness always need a witness
Hey
All my life, I been getting it how I had to
Run it up, my nigga, I'm glad too
And my mama gotta get a burkin' bag too
I'll kill this beat and anything If have to
Never been a killer please don't push me
Been in the game never been a rookie
Called her pussy Mike Tyson cause it hooked me
If she throw it at me steal ya bitch like I'm Mookie

Got the city on my back, LA home of the champs, west coast shit
This gon be yo favorite track, sit back and relax, stay smoking
Roll the weed, roll the runtz in my blunt, put my mind in slow motion
Catch me in traffic wit a bad bitch, west coast shit

Aye
I'm 310 chilling right next to the beach
Been tryna take it to levels they can't reach
Ima westside baby, witta dream to get cream
Vivid premonitions, typa shit you won't believe
From the city where the Lakers at
Y-y-you can getcha chain snatched, thanks for that
If I said it I won't take it back, lose a little Ima make it back
This the game ain't no shame in that
Now look
I been about my money from the get go
Got the city on my back like it's velcro
Throw my hoodie on, I'm feeling like Carmelo
The world up in my hands and I promise I won't let go
Slide around Torrance with a bad bitch
K-Knock it out the park like a bad pitch
Always smoking on some shit that ain't average
I'm Clayton Crenshaw, LA been home Of the champions

Got the city on my back, LA home of the champs, west coast shit
This gon be yo favorite track, sit back and relax, stay smokin'
Roll the weed, roll the runtz in my blunt, put my mind in slow motion
Catch me in traffic wit a bad bitch, west coast shit



Credits
Writer(s): Devante Jenkins, Michael Jurado
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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