Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy
Put a nigga in a king palm, that's a pre-roll
Shawty tryna eat the wing-wong, she a freak hoe
I never slime my nigga out, that's the G-code
Honorable just like Farrakhan or C-Note
Honor roll, used to gettin' A's, now we totin' Ks
Stackin' chips, pockets lookin' like a pack of Frito-Lays
Niggas hate on the internet, boy watch what you say
Don't play with the gang, all them boys ruthless and they known the spray
Semi's automatics, yeah, they gon' make you meet your day
Yeah, we roll a wood, yeah, this gas gon' put it to the face
Smokin' all this gas every day, it put me in a daze
These bitches be on wood, but the wifey made me change my ways
Smokin' all this gas, high as hell like I'm in outer space
Sippin' on the Wocky, slow it down and I'ma change the pace
Once you see the cheese on me, that is not your bae
Now I got the bitches on me, I ain't gotta pay
He gon' plead guilty, cause he ain't hide his face
I don't need no plea, I only need my ski
She leave you on read, but she on my D
She came to the club with you, but she gon' leave with me
She came with you, but left with me, ain't comin' back down
I'ma beat the pussy up, call it smackdown
Can't show your face around the gang, you get smacked out
In the stu with SiQ with your shorty in the background
SiQ and Jay been doin' this shit, they tryna rap now
Yeah, we got your bitch every day in the background
Anybody step to the gang, they gettin' clapped down
Potato on the barrel, we makin' hash browns
SiQ and Jay, yeah, we sparrin in this bitch
And your boyfriend is a lame, we hit harder than his shit
And I pass the K to Si, I'm like Harden in this bitch
And at least they got no witness, ain't been a part of this shit yet
Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, SiQ
Westside
SiQ and Jay back, these niggas not doin' shit now
We let these niggas catch up, and they still ain't catch up
Nigga, fuck you talkin' bout