West Coast Freestyle ft. J550 Lyrics

Ayy, winning team, fuck rappin and do it for the green

Man, I done changed up off the Xans, used to be a fiend

She really tried to set me up, left her ass on scene

It's either rappin' or the trap, ain't no in-between

Man, it's the West Coast, yeah, bitch, the best coast

I been down, I feel like Pac back in Death Row

The money comin' every day, I can't let it go

I got yo bitch up in my DM, she gon' let it blow

Man, fuck it' pop a bean, lil' shawty suck the team

Lil' Brody hatin', gotta work on his self esteem

Lil Bro need motivation with a gun, can't have a dream

These n***** tryna prove a point and I'm just chasing green

She wanna go extreme, she wanna be my queen

She got a boyfriend serving for the country, a Marine

Her pussy tangerine, I'm sinking submarine

Her mouth is stankin, man, I had to get her listerine

But on the real note, Jae on the beat, I'm floating hoe

I know they listening, they vibin' to the Greedy flow

I got some pressure for the scale, I got it for the low

And ain't no frontin' in my city, just to let you know

Ain't no frontin' in my city, my palms is blowin' pink

Cause niggas just been runnin' through them 50's

This shit get tricky, a lot of niggas sayin' they wanna get me

But I wish a nigga would, I promise do his ass

Just like Ricky, you niggas sad

Ain't never got no money, shit bad

The bank keep lockin' a nigga card

Cause I keep swipin' the tags, you niggas trash

Watch me spend a 50 on glass

And Greedy lob it off the backboard

So I dunked on his ass