West Coast Baby

I ain't gon' lie this muhfucka turnt, ya feel me like, **** don’t know how i’m coming this year like, bruh, this shit so crazy bruh, it’s whatever though

(aye, aye, aye, aye, feel me, look, it’s money over fame, okay look, look)

Baby run it up she gon' run it up, I don’t do relations I ain't cuffin' up, don't step up in our section you ain't one of us, lul baby wanna blow a check so she gon' fuck it up

If she widdit i’ma take her to the back seat, if she trippin ima call that ass a taxi, lul baby she a freak but she classy, west coast baby she a freak gon' make it nasty

West coast **** I’m a fucking bay baby, & she fucking wit the crew how she see the chain swinging, I’m in love blues I ain’t wit the gang banging, you ain’t been up in my shoes so why you **** lane changing huh?

My **** up in hellcats really swervin shit, **** really murking shit, hoods to the suburbans shit, **** steady plotting i’m just peeping who they lurkin wit, I seen yo ass finessing I can’t give yo ass no burkin bitch

Make a **** stomp the yard & make em walk it out, tired of **** cappin steady yappin what they not about, catch em up in traffic make a **** do a roundabout, he spooked I got em stuttering I make a **** sound it out

Shawty bringing in no blues then what we doing? star strucked when she seen me damn near got lil baby drueling, **** swear they play they cards like who the fuck you think you fooling, finna take that ass to work that ain’t the only thing i’m screwing baby

That ain’t the only thing i’m screwing baby like, **** swear they play they cards right, but you ain’t fooling me thought like, man I swear you ain’t fooling me, but hold on you thought this was over? Nah we just getting started ya feel me, hold on lemme hop back on this right quick, hold on

Okay 123 they put a young **** in charge, & i’m out this world like they just put a young **** in mars, might just pull up in that skrrt skrrt, that’s that foreign car, shawty taking off her skirt skirt, that’s that foreign broad

I been too much in my bag but you been too much in yo feelings, **** chase a hunnid women but won’t chase a hunnid million, **** hate the way I move but **** this the life i’m living, ever dreamed bout getting rich & stacking hunnids to the ceiling

I done had so many dreams & man it’s only getting realer, said she love me like a drug so much she trippin off the dealer, I done planned this out so much like it’s survival of the fittest, snakes up in the field so it’s survival of the realist

They can’t take me off my grind just like it’s vans on my feet, i’m in the field i’m kicking shit its rubber bands on my cleats, the work u put in for months, Im putting that in a week, I’m counting checks up after checks till I don’t check no receipts

Baby run it up she gon' run it up, I don’t do relations I ain't cuffin' up, don't step up in our section you ain't one of us, lul baby wanna blow a check so she gon' fuck it up

If she widdit i’ma take her to the back seat, if she trippin ima call that ass a taxi, lul baby she a freak but she classy, west coast baby she a freak gon' make it nasty