[Verse 1: AD]
Whats crackin, you heard im bout that action
Go home to the set got me chuckin up on the traffic
Lot of rappers average, why you gassing em up? cause these niggas had they shine but now im passin em up
I ain't never had a cosign, me and my whole team grew. claim you from the city? shit we ain't never seen you
Used to kick me out the clubs now a nigga breeze through
Hit the street on blood?then let me show you what this C do
I never fucking trust because these niggas spreading fake love
(wait a minute AD tell them what you mean cuhz)
It feel like a competition on the west, but fuck competition i ain't got none on the set
In a lane on my own, made my way on my own i remember arguing with marqs was conversations with the chrome
I ain't into team ups i keep it Ged up
Give a little dick to my bitch then kick my feet up
[Chorus: AD]
Rolling with the mothafuckin strap on the side of me, dont fuck with them LA Gs, west side west side west side west side rolling with the mothafuckin strap on the side of me, dont fuck with them LA Gs west side west side west side westside
[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
Oooohhh
Dont let nobody get you popped, niggas ain't gon let you run up like thaaat. step outta line you gon get popped at, reach in my backpack and grab me my straaappp
Uh get a strap get an alibi dont be active on that gram she a
Manifyah dont let them thoughts het you wrong get baptized
Back trippins, bullets and bad flippings give you the bad ticket im back and back trippin bitches get magnums nd pimps get life sentences these bitches dont want it no more im unemployed
But i got my partners i lost my watches Ruchbah in the closet im loosing my conscience
Jewlery getting heavy im just weighting my options and its still a few waves im dodging but fuck it im just...
Whats crackin, you heard im bout that action
Go home to the set got me chuckin up on the traffic
Lot of rappers average, why you gassing em up? cause these niggas had they shine but now im passin em up
I ain't never had a cosign, me and my whole team grew. claim you from the city? shit we ain't never seen you
Used to kick me out the clubs now a nigga breeze through
Hit the street on blood?then let me show you what this C do
I never fucking trust because these niggas spreading fake love
(wait a minute AD tell them what you mean cuhz)
It feel like a competition on the west, but fuck competition i ain't got none on the set
In a lane on my own, made my way on my own i remember arguing with marqs was conversations with the chrome
I ain't into team ups i keep it Ged up
Give a little dick to my bitch then kick my feet up
[Chorus: AD]
Rolling with the mothafuckin strap on the side of me, dont fuck with them LA Gs, west side west side west side west side rolling with the mothafuckin strap on the side of me, dont fuck with them LA Gs west side west side west side westside
[Verse 2: RJmrLA]
Oooohhh
Dont let nobody get you popped, niggas ain't gon let you run up like thaaat. step outta line you gon get popped at, reach in my backpack and grab me my straaappp
Uh get a strap get an alibi dont be active on that gram she a
Manifyah dont let them thoughts het you wrong get baptized
Back trippins, bullets and bad flippings give you the bad ticket im back and back trippin bitches get magnums nd pimps get life sentences these bitches dont want it no more im unemployed
But i got my partners i lost my watches Ruchbah in the closet im loosing my conscience
Jewlery getting heavy im just weighting my options and its still a few waves im dodging but fuck it im just...
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