Still Drinkin' (feat. B-Legit)

What up, though?

It's your boy B-Legit

In the building with the Moonshine Bandits

Yeah, we on that west side of California

Oh, yeah, chillin' on the west coast

But we can get rowdy here

You can see me rollin' smoke

Fucked up and drinkin'

You can always hit my phone

No matter what time it is

Probably be blowin' smoke

Fucked up, still drinkin'

I'm so west coast from my flannel to my snapback

Rollin' up the smoke, throwin' handles a jack back

Tinted off black six-pack, quick to kill a few

Hollow out a backwood, fill it with gorilla glue

Bang, bang, shine a gang, bowtie mobbin'

I rep the Dub 9 like them boys from Stockton

Rollin' with Rose in his Coupe de Ville

Pumpin' too short on some Detroit steel

Mix up my liquor with my 5150

Room 132, lit city to city

Party like a rock star, y'all come with me

Hit the DM when you wanna get shitty

Oh, yeah

Like Steph with the rock, 420 on the clock

Got the town on lock, never fade from a shot

Inked up, sleeved up, rebel from the west side

Valley boy, Cali boy, this is how we ride

Oh, yeah, chillin' on the west coast

But we can get rowdy here

You can see me rollin' smoke

Fucked up and drinkin'

You can always hit my phone

No matter what time it is

Probably be blowin' smoke

Fucked up, still drinkin'

I'll be in the west getting fucked up

Tell little bro, whip up, pull a truck up

Smash through the barbershop, get a touch up

Diamond on the dow, making bitches wanna fuck us

Causing all that havoc, girl

With your fine ass that you wanna sip on something

In a wine glass, I'll be like, roll up one Let the time pass, you be like, roll up two

Make it do what it do

Lime light, rhyme tight

When I'm blind, right eyes closed

Poke a nose, no silly hoes

Throw bows, from Vallejo to the Calio

And rally dope

Move packs out of 7-4, all exotic

New chronic, got that blue bonding

Johnny Rancher, happy camper

When the dealer stamp the gold-blooded

Blowing smoke, I be so butted, hoes love it

Got them feeding for some more, was it?

Oh, yeah, chillin' on the west coast

But we can get rowdy here

You can see me rollin' smoke

Fucked up and drinkin'

You can always hit my phone

No matter what time it is

Probably be blowin' smoke

Fucked up, still drinkin'