Westwood

Roulex, why you do that? She wanna back the VV, no Westwood Jump into Westwood Bust me a freestyle, cop me a record Pussy becoming like leopard Still put it on me Just like Westwood On the T, bring out the V And watch Her get on her knees Bust my shots so My shots come clean Still got my Charlie, I Know it's a scene Ask my boy, we come Like a team Reckon the place that rap on Scene I want the whiskey, no fuck with the Brandies But it's Henny on Henny She sippin' a Bottle, she givin' me heady Can't lie, but a Nigga wasn't ready I bust in her face and I bust in her belly Let's say you're gonna Miss him Thinkin' you know, you know she sexy Didn't think she would let me Me my niggas Tryna get paid Go drive that Range In the Front seat switchin' lanes I wanna get P's today Two plus two, man in the whip Takin' a Ninety degree turn quick Do three-sixties around the Town After I tinged with small town frown She Wanna circle, but she ain't around She with a Pack and a hundred and bound High in the Blick 'cause aim for the crown And so I Still hold it down She wanna back the VV, No Westwood Jump into Westwood Bust me a freestyle, Cop me a record Pussy becoming like leopard Still Put it on me just like Westwood The T, bring out the V And watch her Get on her knees Watch me build the way To the top Two steps, but I ain't no Bop I said already, there's never a stop If You think less, then you're a fuckin' O, uh I'm ahead too far Told myself I'm becoming a Star Get these bags then cop a dream car Light that beam up like a guitar Sing melodies Like a guitar I switch up so fast and So quick like a racing car But no Jaguar 'Cause it's the king of the jungle shit Yellow light, line of diamonds on the wrist You Can see from afar I make all these niggas Jealous Knocking on me, come moving reckless I'ma get my bag up just like Nap Niggas watching me just like a tap I run Up a check, I'ma run up a bag Ain't Funny, niggas too fussy, no lag I'm gonna get To the top real fast If you hated, I Think that I'm trash I hope you see me Right in the telly Having fun and sipping some Henny Talking to Afro girls with some Beckies Cover My exits, I'm hoping they miss me For you Niggas that don't know, know, know It's M Buski And I'm coming from the flo, flo, flo And so when I get these racks, I'm gonna Want more, more, more Not just no, No, no I want more, more, more, Yeah, yeah