Wild Wild West
Yeah, I'm in the wild wild west with it
2 bad hoes they don't question shit
Grade A smoke you ain't testing it
I got a lot on my plate
But I swear ain't no check gettin split
I pay the whole bill then pour me a four out a seal
Give bro'nem the rest of it, it's purple
Self drive the whip when I'm taking them sips you know I be swerving
Ain't gotta worry about me everything I'm doin I did it on purpose
Niggas be lyin in their verses
Heard what he said, that shit wasn't slurred
Said he a killa he wasn't that fuck nigga died
Trynna keep his word
Say he was with us he ain't
He can't come around unless he gettin served
Who really got it in bank?
Tell em stop trynna bring up this that and the third
I'm trynna bring up the facts to shit they don't put in their raps
The shit you ain't heard
He got put onto some racks, couldn't that shit back
And none of that shit wasn't earned
But I guess you live and you learn from all your mistakes
Pops did 15 years in the state
Came home got flown out of the state
Turned up the crib and got momma a place
I'm getting money, I'm proud of the cake
Turned down a deal for a mil
They gave me an offer
They must know what I'm finna make
I'm straight nigga, I'm straight
Fr I'm finna run this shit up
2 bad hoes they don't question shit
Grade A smoke you ain't testing it
I got a lot on my plate
But I swear ain't no check gettin split
I pay the whole bill then pour me a four out a seal
Give bro'nem the rest of it, it's purple
Self drive the whip when I'm taking them sips you know I be swerving
Ain't gotta worry about me everything I'm doin I did it on purpose
Niggas be lyin in their verses
Heard what he said, that shit wasn't slurred
Said he a killa he wasn't that fuck nigga died
Trynna keep his word
Say he was with us he ain't
He can't come around unless he gettin served
Who really got it in bank?
Tell em stop trynna bring up this that and the third
I'm trynna bring up the facts to shit they don't put in their raps
The shit you ain't heard
He got put onto some racks, couldn't that shit back
And none of that shit wasn't earned
But I guess you live and you learn from all your mistakes
Pops did 15 years in the state
Came home got flown out of the state
Turned up the crib and got momma a place
I'm getting money, I'm proud of the cake
Turned down a deal for a mil
They gave me an offer
They must know what I'm finna make
I'm straight nigga, I'm straight
Fr I'm finna run this shit up
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Writer(s): Melvin Hall
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