Lyrics
What your life like nigga
Yea, Yea
What your life like nigga
Yea
Damn Gekko you crazy
Westside
What your life like nigga
Walk outside shits frightening
Serving white like Barbara Strysand
Seen shells on the ground like Iraq
Living dreams but this shit could be a nightmare
Niggas ain't bout that I doubt that
This G lock too heavy pull scalps back
Wild Wild West no Outback
Hit you out your wig no snap back
Corona just helped niggas come up
But what did you do with those funds
Prolly blew it all, all of a sudden you needing
The niggas that you would throw crumbs
These niggas be bitch made
So we not pulling up if you not paying
Keltec in my trunks bitches see the print
Know she treeshing she got on the cheetah print
Always smiling I don't let them see the pain
Play with me and I bet that you feel the pain
My lil bitch the baddest
Told her I got some wounds tuck a bandage
See this negus right here is not average
Try to play me I'm going on Savage I ain't 21
On the West we be wilding got many guns
Body walked out the spot with a honey bun
Bitch I'm going dumb
Chasing breesh until my fingers numb
That's tough that's tough
Thought he came up but then we left him slumped
We don't move dolo so you could get jumped
That bitch is a baddie she just want to fuss
I tell her hush, I just wanna fuck
She tried to play me not even my baby she threaten to leave
Tell her do what you must
FSU cause I'm fucking shit up
Know them niggas but BMGs up
Heard I'm whoodie and she wanna fuck
Fuck her face I can't love on no slut
Keep the G lock right under the gut
Try to run you get shot in the butt
Put some money in crypto and just doubled up
My plug come home I'm beating him up
What Niggas move sus
Nobody I trust
Me and big bro we like Kenan and Kel
Why?
Cause we drop that wok in a crush
And no we can't let the bread get in between
No liquid amount gon be thicker than blood
Got a new trizzy old one had a bug
Trap out the pizzy stack it till it flood
Oh that boy a big dog
We some Rottweilers and you more like a pug
I need that whole gusto
730 you know this shit cutthroat
Got revolvers don't let the shit unload
Bye bye birdie got hit by the gun smoke
Why you talking you know you a double O
Stacking breesh need it all by the motherload
Graduate got a job and we flipping Os