Letras
Westside we rocking, let's go, fuck you
No matter what my mama say
What my papa say, I don't trust you
I'm just tryna figure out
What all this shit about? What you up to?
Bark and make me take the nigga out
And pull the triggers out
I'm a world with glass in the stairs out there
Ooh, my nigga fuck you
Shot me the opp do the flava flav dance
Glock made the opp do the flava flav dance
Chop made the opp do the flava flav dance
Hit his top he ain't, move the same since
Stick made the boy do the flava flav dance
Ratchet got the boy doin' the flava flav dance
Blicky got his body doin' the flava flav dance
Shots shop, times up, and nothing can save him
Fuck you
Yep, that's what he yell
Right up on the ground, got littered full of shells
Impact for bullet-hitting flesh and total trauma
Sledgehammer crashin' to your chest
Out here, you ain't gotta swim to get wet
North, south, east, west, all faces of death
I'm from a country on war guns than any other nation
Gun violence ratein', high as the inflation
Drive-by point blankin', accidental ricochetin'
Street bullet, even with the kids playin'
'Cause some bitter child wanna traumatize his classmates
Blast straight into the school, keeps his lads greatin'
Red states won't pass legislation
No political benefit, they wrap the ban education
Killin' Cynthia, I'll extend those at the gas station
No man's face exposed, they that blatant
In the street, meet the streets, they backstage waitin'
Rappers get robbed, that's a black exploitation
Maybach hit with a jock, that's when they chasin'
These dudes got the foot moves, Kevin Bacon
Damn
They sayin' total lanes give it to Megan
Like the old west, gunslinger
Hand me a semi-auto heater
I empty the club with one finger
Fuck you
Structural ballistics, this instant ties to violence