WestCoast Summer

Back up in this bitch
I ain't never left
Still off the dome
I ain't see nobody better yet
Whole team up
Life good
We don't ever stress
Always in the game making plays
I don't ever rest
Nigga seen a hundred last year
Tryna double that
Say they seen my woman last year
Where that woman at
Used to tuck the work in my arm
Like a running back
Now I got more muscles in my arms than a running back

Big paper
Choppin up game
My OG really made it
From choppin up cane
Next door to me in Vegas
We was taking chances
Out there on the edge and
Now it's vacation
Thinkin bout Jamaica
Lots on acres
Plots on paper
Yachts no neighbors
Hot like fire
Pepper seeds
And ghost peppers
I fuck wit all OGs
An known steppers
Microphone king I'm the motherfucking Shepard
Rolling Stone
More spots than a leopard
Waking up on the West Coast with the extras
I just cut the lights on
With Alexa
I just sent a bad bunny out to Texas
I mean a snow bunny I'm just reckless
I got these hoes on call like collections
All I know is that there ain't no exceptions
I be waking up in suites eating breakfast
I done touched 100,000
In a Lexus
I done put some bad bitches up in dresses
I can show you how to get it without flexing uh
Bad bitch poppin on a nigga
Like ooh
She ain't know thot no bop
Nigga uh
I go hard off top nigga what
Ima get this money til a nigga can't
Uh
Ima get this money til a nigga can't uh
COD nigga CO muthafuckin D
Yah



Credits
Writer(s): Rashad Davis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link