Sleeping

Lyrics

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked] Yeah they used to call me biggest loser now they right I'm living Large Street magician with the plastic tell a bitch to pick a card HNIC getting head nigga still in charge Hot boy never been cold but my feelings are Hundreds, fifties, twenties motherfuck them ones they gotta go Only George Washington we acknowledge is Carver though Peanut butter leather seats dropping off my Compton hoe I Named my hammer "Black Lives Matter" let the coppers know [Verse 2: Demetrius] Them coppers , they just wanna stop us though Motherfuck poli-i-ice 'cause I'm coppin' mo' Working around the clock like the hands that's on my watch fo sho' That mean I'm touching numbers motherfuckers know I'm clocking Dough You can't fuck with D yea that's D to the E B O This ain't Game Of Thrones but game get thrown Like that TV-Show Drive a chick up the wall You know what that's called? That's called wall street I'ma go coffin deep 'till she fall asleep that's way past balls deep (Ay ay) [Hook] What's happening baby slow it up (slow) Twist that bottle pour it up (pour) Easy call we we going up (go) All my niggas West Coast as fuck All my niggas West Coast as fuck (yeah) All my niggas West Coast as fuck (ayh) All my niggas West Coast as fuck (ayh) What what what what what what what What's happening baby slow it up (slow) Twist that bottle pour it up (pour) Easy call we we going up (go) All my niggas West Coast as fuck (yeah) All my niggas West Coast as fuck (ayh) All my niggas West Coast as fuck All my niggas West Coast as fuck (ayh) What what what what what what what [Verse 3: Julius] Like a flag on a flagpole is raising mofucker I started from the bottom now I'm wavy mofucker (yeah) Dominick, my self, Deme, Kenny, Andrew Put my whole fam in quarantine a bunch of sick ass dudes Party with bad ass bitches oh yeah my bitch bad too You would bring sand to the beach, if you had this sound (ooh) Your bitch wanna suck my dick and she put that on everything Wanna put her mouth on me But don't she put that on everything? [Verse 4: Dice] Your bitch wanna jump my broom and she don't want a wedding Ring Come shine this hard wood girl you know my floor is hella clean Jump in that bat mobile I'm finna drive it up the avenue Gotta keep a gotta stash spot know I keep a gat or two Know y'all wonder how us real MC's still stacking loot You ain't got a question mark y'all niggas ain't got a clue Tell y'all niggas straight up like the ad-lib from Travis Scott (Straight up) We finna kill the game don't give a fuck if you mad or not [Verse 5: Kenny] Yup, It matters not picking every padded lock When your chick see me her heart races like the baddest cop I'ma buy my fam property and cribs so I'll be touring (okay) Valet on the hill like it's property for Lauren (okay) I just wanna smoke till overdose *coughing* Okay okay okay I'm okay And with drama I'm like mirrors I display the opposite But If I need the llama then of in the ground ops'll sit Yup, It matters not picking every padded lock When your chick see me her heart races like the baddest cop (ugh) That's your chick? I can make her all mine (yup) 'Cause I go off in every line (yup) You never go offline (yup) You only spend small time (yup) Your homies are small time My homies be killing shit Get coffins that's all pine (ugh) A pot head I tell you what you will not see That's me fucking with that white like a nazi [Hook] What's happening baby slow it up (slow) Twist that bottle pour it up (pour) Easy call we we going up (go) All my niggas West Coast as fuck All my niggas West Coast as fuck (yeah) All my niggas West Coast as fuck (ayh) All my niggas West Coast as fuck (ayh) What what what what what what what What's happening baby slow it up (slow) Twist that bottle pour it up (pour) Easy call we we going up (go) All my niggas West Coast as fuck All my niggas West Coast as fuck (yeah) All my niggas West Coast as fuck (ayh) All my niggas West Coast as fuck (ayh) What what what what what what what