Westfield
Krillin flow, hit the port and slid the disc
Niggas think I'm talking, I be talking with your bitch
I be scooping through the valley and I'm stuffing up the spliff
And I met her at the Westfield and I took her to the crib
I be calling out
Plug late
I simply had to stay
Got a west coast nigga, gotta take her to the bay
You can tell me how I'm tweaking
Come on baby, what's the reason
We be fucking for the weekend
Dammit baby, what's the meaning you
See she kinda freaky
Kinda sneaky, gotta get me for some Netflix
Holding onto time cause its going the next bitch
Better look behind, when we speeding down the exit
Fuck just never mind, I be fucking with your best friend
Tell me at the Telly how she wanna meet at Wawa
Got me thinking to myself, boy I better bring that Zaza
She a tongue pierced hoe, that mean she got no Prada
And she got too attached so now she snitching to my mama
Oh my, damn a nigga getting high
My money, got my money on my mind
No lie, I be tripping getting by
I be tripping, I be geeking, I be sipping all the time
Fuck these shrooms, they be hitting my face
Got no license but I think I wanna race
Paranoid, better hide up in the shade
And if that nigga talking sneaky might just pop him the face
Like ooh that smile glisten
I be taking like I'm pimping
If that nigga talk, don't listen
Then your name just hard to mention
From a nigga neck I be dripped down to my sweat
And If that nigga talking, then he getting Nike checked
Why you popping off, damn you popping at the mouth
If I send them fucking shots, man my boys I'll send them out
She got my fucking joint, got the glock up in her purse
And after we done fucking, I just pass some Rare merch
Oh my homies never notice I be hurting, I be geeking
I be tripping, then they never gonna see me for the weekend
Know I got the thoughts of leaving
I'm headed to the top
I focus on my wins, got the lessons from my loss motherfucker
Oh my, damn a nigga getting high
My money, got my money on my mind
No lie, I be tripping getting by
I be tripping,I be geeking, I be sipping all the time
Niggas think I'm talking, I be talking with your bitch
I be scooping through the valley and I'm stuffing up the spliff
And I met her at the Westfield and I took her to the crib
I be calling out
Plug late
I simply had to stay
Got a west coast nigga, gotta take her to the bay
You can tell me how I'm tweaking
Come on baby, what's the reason
We be fucking for the weekend
Dammit baby, what's the meaning you
See she kinda freaky
Kinda sneaky, gotta get me for some Netflix
Holding onto time cause its going the next bitch
Better look behind, when we speeding down the exit
Fuck just never mind, I be fucking with your best friend
Tell me at the Telly how she wanna meet at Wawa
Got me thinking to myself, boy I better bring that Zaza
She a tongue pierced hoe, that mean she got no Prada
And she got too attached so now she snitching to my mama
Oh my, damn a nigga getting high
My money, got my money on my mind
No lie, I be tripping getting by
I be tripping, I be geeking, I be sipping all the time
Fuck these shrooms, they be hitting my face
Got no license but I think I wanna race
Paranoid, better hide up in the shade
And if that nigga talking sneaky might just pop him the face
Like ooh that smile glisten
I be taking like I'm pimping
If that nigga talk, don't listen
Then your name just hard to mention
From a nigga neck I be dripped down to my sweat
And If that nigga talking, then he getting Nike checked
Why you popping off, damn you popping at the mouth
If I send them fucking shots, man my boys I'll send them out
She got my fucking joint, got the glock up in her purse
And after we done fucking, I just pass some Rare merch
Oh my homies never notice I be hurting, I be geeking
I be tripping, then they never gonna see me for the weekend
Know I got the thoughts of leaving
I'm headed to the top
I focus on my wins, got the lessons from my loss motherfucker
Oh my, damn a nigga getting high
My money, got my money on my mind
No lie, I be tripping getting by
I be tripping,I be geeking, I be sipping all the time
Credits
Writer(s): Dennis Ballew
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.