[Intro]
Ayy, X, this motherfucker slap (Westside)
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Big still ballin', bip Tu, rip Pac
A nigga take my bitch, then I gotta give props
Whole gang full of maids how we carry big mops
Keep that stick, seventeen for lil’ bro, Rick Fox
And you be selling bitches dreams just to take off the draws
She let me fuck without those dreams though she hate her a dog
No time to kick it with you bums, rather hang with a boss
Glock got a stick? Mine's too, nigga, play me in golf
And I'll slide down your block with not a worry nigga
You unworthy niggas, chop with me, get to purging niggas
He ain’t got no rhythm, up that hammer, he gon' jerk with niggas
Deep end, have you sleepin' with them sturgeon, nigga?
And fuck a diss song, what's really the deal?
What I tote up in this Glock you really could feel
Between the opps and the Feds, it's hard to figure out
I ain't responding to no bust my shooters giving clout
And thank God for your bitch, the way she giving mouth
Soon as I bust, she grab her purse, ain't gotta kick her out
I don't follow footsteps I took a different route
And even though I’m in my bag, I’m in your bitch account
Opps want me in prison, boy, that gotta be tempting
My life, don't want me to live it, I ask the Lord for forgiveness
Pushing me to the limit, by time they give me a sentence
I told the judge, "Is you kidding?" Heaven, hope I attend it
And, Lord, you can take me out before they give me life
A young black man out that womb I had no civil rights
Your jeans ain’t falling while you toting then that pistol light
And I went from school, to skipping class but now I'm skipping flights
Porch wars, make niggas give it up if we get hit on dice
Tryna change my sound but when I do they taking bigger bites
Act like a nigga, get treated like one, we trip on dykes
When you see me in that building then your bitch hold tight
I be cutting niggas off like I'm Kimbo Slice
I be gigging like I'm 50 on that disco hype
Bling, bling, that’s the chain yeah disco lights
Handout for what? L-O-L, you can't no five
Or have five, you a bitch, here's a tampon
Say he looking for me? Yeah, right, 'til that K slide
Want the address? I'm in the clouds, yeah, I'm that high
You ready or not? Get in this whip, yeah, don't ask why
Monkey laugh off that Heen thing, he-hoo-ha
Taking pics in the hood when you just roll by
Why I'm walking with this limp? That's a big ol' knot
And you gon' wish you put in work when we get your spot
We taking over everything and that's on gang
Who slid on who? I don't know, nigga, no names
Ho games, what these niggas play swerving both lanes
Young wild niggas, can't tame and you won't tame, bitch
Ayy, X, this motherfucker slap (Westside)
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Big still ballin', bip Tu, rip Pac
A nigga take my bitch, then I gotta give props
Whole gang full of maids how we carry big mops
Keep that stick, seventeen for lil’ bro, Rick Fox
And you be selling bitches dreams just to take off the draws
She let me fuck without those dreams though she hate her a dog
No time to kick it with you bums, rather hang with a boss
Glock got a stick? Mine's too, nigga, play me in golf
And I'll slide down your block with not a worry nigga
You unworthy niggas, chop with me, get to purging niggas
He ain’t got no rhythm, up that hammer, he gon' jerk with niggas
Deep end, have you sleepin' with them sturgeon, nigga?
And fuck a diss song, what's really the deal?
What I tote up in this Glock you really could feel
Between the opps and the Feds, it's hard to figure out
I ain't responding to no bust my shooters giving clout
And thank God for your bitch, the way she giving mouth
Soon as I bust, she grab her purse, ain't gotta kick her out
I don't follow footsteps I took a different route
And even though I’m in my bag, I’m in your bitch account
Opps want me in prison, boy, that gotta be tempting
My life, don't want me to live it, I ask the Lord for forgiveness
Pushing me to the limit, by time they give me a sentence
I told the judge, "Is you kidding?" Heaven, hope I attend it
And, Lord, you can take me out before they give me life
A young black man out that womb I had no civil rights
Your jeans ain’t falling while you toting then that pistol light
And I went from school, to skipping class but now I'm skipping flights
Porch wars, make niggas give it up if we get hit on dice
Tryna change my sound but when I do they taking bigger bites
Act like a nigga, get treated like one, we trip on dykes
When you see me in that building then your bitch hold tight
I be cutting niggas off like I'm Kimbo Slice
I be gigging like I'm 50 on that disco hype
Bling, bling, that’s the chain yeah disco lights
Handout for what? L-O-L, you can't no five
Or have five, you a bitch, here's a tampon
Say he looking for me? Yeah, right, 'til that K slide
Want the address? I'm in the clouds, yeah, I'm that high
You ready or not? Get in this whip, yeah, don't ask why
Monkey laugh off that Heen thing, he-hoo-ha
Taking pics in the hood when you just roll by
Why I'm walking with this limp? That's a big ol' knot
And you gon' wish you put in work when we get your spot
We taking over everything and that's on gang
Who slid on who? I don't know, nigga, no names
Ho games, what these niggas play swerving both lanes
Young wild niggas, can't tame and you won't tame, bitch
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