WCS.

Lyrics

[Chorus: Azizi Gibson] Man, this shit sound like so West Coast shit (Nigga, what?) Just some dope shit Cute Spanish honnies all chavvys with the [?] We just leave a bih Second shit [?] a lick Better watch your lips If you snitch then we commin' quick Man, this shit sounds like so West Coast shit (West side) Even he ain't know silence's always out Booty's out, [?] woman good Always rollin' [?] Never now We don't give a fuck Get your money, bro If you don't, get the fuck from us [Verse 1: Ray Wright] This shit sound like some [unspoken?] shit Turn a broke bitch to a killer [Kali?] [Hadn't all the fuckin' dope chick?] And the pussy like me, lucky-lucky I'm over on under my line linked to the [?] Double up The shit sound like some double cup Spoke, spoke and now dirt rose [?] Yellow wines, dirty Sprite [Yeck?] sippin' slower, power On the raise the name Ray Make dope under the moon and the sun Fuck with my pay and I'm cut On the track and in the streets I call [le flic?] From Texas to the Beech Nigga, preach [I bridged the hitter water?] Forty yams dippin' Most sippin' piranhas Swear the sucker Who be front like I'm a [sunna?] [?] hella Dominicanas Rollin' in my marijuana [?] [Chorus: Azizi Gibson] Man, this shit sound like so West Coast shit (Nigga, what?) Just some dope shit Cute Spanish honnies all chavvys with the [?] We just leave a bih Second shit [?] a lick Better watch your lips If you snitch then we commin' quick Man, this shit sounds like so West Coast shit (West side) Even he ain't know silence's always out Booty's out, [?] woman good Always rollin' [?] Never now We don't give a fuck Get your money, bro If you don't, get the fuck from us [Verse 2: Azizi Gibson] It's funny how the name changed on 'em Ghost in the Shell came out, this shit was golden My old rapper friends ain't no around yo folder I do the dumb shit like Facebook post it We takin' [dub?] after [dub?], that's for real I might as well eat with this the meal My babygirl keep rollin' up the kill I got the [?] on the ices, I can't spill Now you feelin' what I'm sayin', homie I don't know what you thought that we was playin', homie He got to gift [?], got the weapon on 'em Depend on what you sayin' I'll keep a step on 'em We in Atlanta: sexy hoes, [?] clothes People that you know We blowin' [O's?] What the snow, get yo dough He the right Get some more, nigga, get some hoes He a fool I'm a pro, this how I row The engine new [?], the car old [?] You know is escargot No, I prefer it in the now Two years and turn this motherfuckin' eye I'm here to keep the demon's eye And I show you what we [?] 'bout But I'm 'bout to break you down Move fast, we don't never make a sound [Chorus: Azizi Gibson] Man, this shit sound like so West Coast shit (Nigga, what?) Just some dope shit Cute Spanish honnies all chavvys with the [?] We just leave a bih Second shit [?] a lick Better watch your lips If you snitch then we commin' quick Man, this shit sounds like so West Coast shit (West side) Even he ain't know silence's always out Booty's out, [?] woman good Always rollin' [?] Never now We don't give a fuck Get your money, bro If you don't, get the fuck from us