Westwood Crib Session M Huncho

[First Instrumental]

Put on the timer
Let it dry
Ammo got me higher
Yeah I'm fried
People like this budda on, is just a side Huncho
Bonafide hustler, I do or die yeah
I used to sit in the flats thinking of ways to make pennies to racks
They see me and start getting spaz attacks
You don't even need to run it back
I made it all back anyway
In debt to the plug I'm stuck in the mud
I sat on a stack anyway
They tell me I'm fiction I'm smoking addicted
I speak about facts everyday
It's back to the packs anyway
Sack in the rucksack heavy weight
Benching a lot heavy plates
Dodging these pigs everyday
Eating home cooked ready made
I be the hot sauce
All of these bruddas are PeriPeri
These hoes they showing they body to me like we don't know that she is a hoadie
I'm flipping the shit and she's showing her tits
She will never hold it for me
I make these Speakerz Knock
Making these bands on my Lonely
And I do it on my ones
This bitch will never do it for me
These niggas are bitching they talking the most your bitch fucking you with a strap on
My word is my word
Your word ain't shit and that is the thing you go back on
Let me get my pack on
Tryna aim for a mortgage
I ain't tryna be so hands on
Girl I'm moving so whorish
She's in lingerie I make her dance for me
Latex when I bag homie
Big buds and they not homie
Hi-def coming like Sony
Real G by my side Tony
Aim it at your arm Stoney
Hella losses tracking back homie
Gladly racing through the track homie
I'm in a crib session with Westwood with a pack on me
I ain't solo I got my dogs with me
I ain't solo I got my dogs with me