I see you reppin' ie now well get yo' ass up
I put this on my mom my niggas and my last cup
I need my cash yup it was all bad yup
Now we bout to blow just let 'em know the west is back yup
Aight now cut it up to that eight
Let me hear that boom beep bow bam
I'm ridin' round with' no tint they tryna see who I am

At first when they was all on me I was like
Who me hot damn
They say yeah you boy come as you are
Ooh wee that's my jam yup
It's startin' to get poppin
It's cameras out when I'm shoppin
Cops on us cause we smokin' f**k that
You got a lighter in yo' pocket nigga
I need that smoke it up light it ie hat go out and cop it
Skatin' outside come out and watch it
Posin' ass niggas can't even ollie
Now where yo' favorite rapper man go find two of him
If you say that we'll lose again we will find you and win
Rap game ryu and ken
Said these niggas is the bomb I'll nuke 'em
Uppercut 'em price I hit the hadouken

I see you reppin' ie now well get yo' ass up
I put this on my mom my niggas and my last cup
I need my cash yup it was all bad yup
Now we bout to blow just let 'em know the west is back yup
I see you reppin' ie now well get yo' ass up
I put this on my mom my niggas and my last cup
I need my cash yup it was all bad yup
Now we bout to blow just let 'em know the west is back yup
Westside who you with' lose ya shit
Eastside who you with' lose ya shit
Northside who you with' lose ya shit
Southside who you with' lose ya shit
Westside who you with' lose ya shit
Eastside who you with' lose ya shit
Northside who you with' lose ya shit
Southside who you with

Look I was nine years old ridin' as my momma oldest son
Rappin' every lyric to that dre chronic 2001
The bible say that life and death is in the power of the tongue
So why the rasta pull out gun it look like I'm supposed to rap
I forget too much I smoke a ton hear these raps I'm close to none
All I fear is joseph son that's christ I'm price let me show you sum
Writin' raps in a ford focus that's where I got my focus from
Now bitches see I'm bout my bread they throw these kicks and show them buns
Here they come aw here we go again they tryna lurk
F**k police at the door again hide the work
Never gotta be signed to merch
I'm flyin' first class just to rhyme a verse
I was hustlin' givin' my uncle joe ya cash
So I could get double back by the first goddamn
Work the benches everything wavy

You think you slowin' down my hustle you crazy

I'm a full g bitch you just fugazi
No more handshakes unless you finna pay me real shit
I see you reppin' ie now well get yo' ass up
I put this on my mom my niggas and my last cup
I need my cash yup it was all bad yup
Now we bout to blow just let 'em know the west is back yup
I see you reppin' ie now well get yo' ass up
I put this on my mom my niggas and my last cup
I need my cash yup it was all bad yup
Now we bout to blow just let 'em know the west is back yup