Letras
I got one question, who cold as me?
Oops, I mean Left Coast, who called as we?
2012, it was fly to rock rosaries
2025, it's all gold for me
Niggas hoes to me, they get no respect
Talkin' all that jazz, Jeff Hornacek
Like a baby on 'roids, I was born to flex
You the type to kiss an ass, all for respect
I'm the type to get my hands dirty for a check
Cause I need all the accolades and trophies
Just becuase you had a convo doesn't mean that you know me
Yeah, I seen you at the bro spot, but that don't mean we homies, nigga
What you been on?
We been gettin' money, cause that's all we depend on
What you been on?
Workin' on my craft and pickin' dope beat to spit on
What you been on?
I been in the cut, tucked with my chick or the guys
What you been on?
Blowing weed gettin' high, dressed up, gettin' fly, huh
Ay, What you been on?
Stackin' chips, extra dip, stackin' real long
Puttin' in some work, sailor jack, feelin' real strong
Solo, dolo, don't do no friends, don't do add-ons
Short nigga, but my socks, I got em' real tall
Better batter up, cause the Left Coast, yeah, we play ball
Kickin' up some dust with this shit, that's an install
This Williams 34, can't find it at no damn mall
All whites on my feet, refer me as Freeze
Yin and Yan bitches with me, they ain't Japanese
Poppin' out, poppin' out for a couple of G's
Akrite, Kazie Man and- (Left Coast shit, bitch)
What you been on?
We been gettin' money, cause that's all we depend on
What you been on?
Workin' on my craft and pickin' dope beat to spit on
What you been on?
I been in the cut, tucked with my chick or the guys
What you been on?
Blowing weed gettin' high, dressed up, gettin' fly, huh