West Coast Shit Pop Smoke (Ft. Quavo & Tyga)
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[Intro: Pop Smoke]
(Bongo ByTheWay)
(Mustard on the beat, ho) Look
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Quavo]
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot 'em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I'm robbin' (Brrt)
I got 'em, smoke, I pop 'em
Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-Raww, I'm on some west coast shit (Business)
LaFeezy, live on the Sunset Strip (Yeah, T-Raw)
Today was a good day, fly as a blimp (Aight, ah, ah)
I just booked a round trip, I don't argue with the bitch (No)
And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips
When the car worth a M, you don't gotta touch the rim
Don't ask me the price, cost an arm, leg, and limb (Yeah, ayy)
When you in the light, niggas wanna steer you dim (Bit')
Where you get that from? Niggas gotta say it's him
Wanna copy my flow, I switch this shit again
Niggas ain't put the work, they don't celebrate the win
When you was ballin' with your bitch, I was shootin' in the gym, motherfucker, ah
(Bongo ByTheWay)
(Mustard on the beat, ho) Look
[Chorus: Pop Smoke & Quavo]
Pop Smoke, I'm on some west coast shit (Pop Smoke)
In New York, I got a west coast bitch (West coast)
Huncho on that west coast shit (Woo)
Left wrist, both wrists and some bricks (Woo)
If the opps is in the spot, red dot 'em (Rah)
Somebody call Batman, I'm robbin' (Brrt)
I got 'em, smoke, I pop 'em
Put the bitch on Prada and now she proper
[Verse 1: Tyga]
T-Raww, I'm on some west coast shit (Business)
LaFeezy, live on the Sunset Strip (Yeah, T-Raw)
Today was a good day, fly as a blimp (Aight, ah, ah)
I just booked a round trip, I don't argue with the bitch (No)
And my Spanish bitch talk spicy with the lips
When the car worth a M, you don't gotta touch the rim
Don't ask me the price, cost an arm, leg, and limb (Yeah, ayy)
When you in the light, niggas wanna steer you dim (Bit')
Where you get that from? Niggas gotta say it's him
Wanna copy my flow, I switch this shit again
Niggas ain't put the work, they don't celebrate the win
When you was ballin' with your bitch, I was shootin' in the gym, motherfucker, ah
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