West Walkin

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh no Hahaha It's that time Past that time Ah shit It's that time now It's that time nigga I grew up on that west, coast I mean that real underground shit Y'know Aye [Verse 1: Z] Flow-hican like I'm nutty low When I'm speaking turn that money up I grew up on the weak and geeky And I'm speaking trynna bump the cuts Gas line cover up Track line, pump the blood Now path-find Dragging us like I'll blast mines Fuck with us Conversation technical depending on how that Fetty go Fucking give 'em gamma ethanol when they would drive off with the effing hoes Peep 'em through a stethoscope, they nervous around me Chest'll show I'm tacking flows I stretch the ohs They don't gotta be the best at both Stop and getting happy Corner's bending on that rubber Family looking trappy right as she gets the duster Blappy on my khakis for these nasty mu'fuckers Trynna dap me where they stab me, but I'm acne on these slumpers Fort Worth like Origami I'm sorting bodies like fuck a shawty Chief and talking Gandhi, and speaking Tommy no babies 'round me Hating rappers on me, cause Clyde and Bonny are stacking guapy Probably trynna top me, no ceiling on me I'll pop this [Chorus: Z] This shit just slaps so hard it make your neck hurt My people West side walking for the left turf I'm up North all my partners got the best-er Down South to up North W-w-w-we west walking They hit the slaps so hard it make your neck hurt My people West Side walking for the left turf I'm up North all my partners got the best-er Down South to up North W-w-w-we west walking [Verse 2: Twisted Insane] I'm from the west coast where they gangbang Pull up on 'em and I make they brain hang Hollow tip'll make your brain stand Harder catching, I'll be with the Brain Gang People always wanna change things, but I burn 'em all up the same flame Bang bang Reddies tell me that they really with it but they can't hang Blood fuck you mean Fuck you too (fuck you too) And fuck you three Niggas are getting out right up out they shoes, they fuck with me They tell me to calm down 'fore a motherfucker wanna come and test I laugh and say "nigga" Guess they ain't shit When on the west Ain't nobody out here trynna be the fucking best They're really out trynna get a vest just to protect their chest Stay bracking Really get macked in with this shit blood Dickey's sad Right pocket, rag, yeah Lit up Finna gangbang for the set though Two [cuetavs?] that I let go in your face Then back on the run with the home-boy Arnersto Give a fuck 'bout what you say, that's on the real brain (What's happening) Better back up out the way before you kill brain Motherfucker [Chorus: Z] This shit just slaps so hard it make your neck hurt My people West side walking for the left turf I'm up North all my partners got the best-er Down South to up North W-w-w-we west walking They hit the slaps so hard it make your neck hurt My people West Side walking for the left turf I'm up North all my partners got the best-er Down South to up North W-w-w-we west walking