歌词
Yeah
Quick bars, imma bring it right back (right back)
From the west of the east coast, facts (thas facts)
Pretty bird, black heart face tatt (face tatt)
Bought that Gucci on her waist, this that (this that)
Quick bars, imma bring it right back (right back)
From the west of the east coast, facts (thas facts)
Pretty bird, black heart face tatt (face tatt)
Bought that Gucci on her waist, this that (this that)
Mixing up the metal with the trap (yeah)
Imma put the game on my back (oh)
Never be the same after that (no)
Like Wizzy with the yellow and the black (black and yellow)
I be like a wolf, you a rat (yeah)
Always makin time for the pack (oh)
Always on the grind, never slack (no)
And always on the run, fuck the jacks (fuckin' pigs)
Yeah I’m from the west of the east
It ain’t chained down it belongs to the thieves
Ain’t no colour in the b-town streets
Only grass that's green going 20 for a G (ay)
Yeah I made the best of the least
Never had a hand out handed to me
Never rat a man I don’t care who he be
If he fuck with ya deal with it personally, yeah
Written by: Jacob Pedersen
