On Citas E

Westside shit. I'm back steppin', reppin' Westside shit. Thuggin', bangin' in them projects. A hundred thousand chains on my neck. High as smoke, still ain't slide yet. Ho, you ain't never pulled a crime yet. Rolexes, fuck a Timex. Shoot up right beside when I step. Ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, ayy. Bitch, ain't no smut up on my name. Right on that four where you find me. See me mouth closed, hoes get silent. I am the GOAT in alignment. Y'all ain't fuckin' with my shit. Sneak dissin', it's not threats. Backdroppin' this hot shit. Goin' viral, she stopped it. These niggas ain't on shit. These bitches ain't on shit. All hits, I don't miss. So money I'm gon' get. No pussy I'm gon' step. East Oakland, I'm gon' rep. This on C-Dus, uh-huh. This on C-Dus, uh. Work ain't hard, we got choppers when we slide. Just keep it clear, baby, tell me what you Ride. My bitch bougie and she fine. Thick thighs, color eyes. Just let me hit it one time, one time. Pocket full of dead niggas, murder on my mind. Chopper really shed niggas, keep that shit in mind. I just put that shit in motion, press play, Then rewind. Givenchy shoes bustin' when I step, I'm drippin' slime. I got twenty-four shots, I feel Like Kobe in his prime. I just gave hundred to a bum, but I Ain't never dropped a dime. I ain't Muslim, but It's fuck the police, I hate swine. I hate niggas, I hate niggas, I think this Shit a hate crime. Quick to let it bang, That chopper sing like Akon. Heard you was locked up, but you ain't make The main line. MCJ the wayside, I was chuckin' Gang signs. They was speakin' on the dead, then All you heard was K sounds. These niggas ain't on shit. These bitches ain't on shit. All hits, I don't miss. So money I'm gon' get. No pussy I'm gon' step. East Oakland, I'm gon' rep. This on C-Dus, uh-huh. This on C-Dus, uh. I'm into gettin' cash and smashin' foreigns like a Racecar. You'd probably think I'm lyin' if I told You I'd be a star. You'd think I'm servin' Dimes, I gave 'em nines just like I'm Tony Parker. Beam on the Glock, he tried to run, But he ain't get no farther. A couple bumps Up on my head, it made me smarter. Politicking, throwin' hands up, but the gang, it Made me harder. We the game, manager throwin' us Plays like Coach Carter. We came to play, but We gon' stay up in our lane, we ain't Gon' start nothin'. if it's cousin, I'ma go for I got some niggas that's gon' blow for I Ain't never change up, I turn change into bucks. And I really miss my dogs, man, I can't Say that shit enough. When we slide, we gon' Slide, call me Mr. Sweep 'Em Up. Man, givin' out these lessons, I could teach you Niggas somethin'. Mister Put It On, you can't Compete, you need some money. I just poured a deuce up in some cream, I'm gettin' slumpy. Man, you niggas ain't on money And you bitches actin' funny. If we slidin', then we slidin', bet these hollow Tips meet his skin. First one hit his lungs, But the third one, he couldn't breathe again. When we squat through they shit with ten chops, We might just box 'em in. Man, we terrorize Them niggas on that side, that's why they sectioned Off. that Glock plain Jane, but that stick came In a thicker box. He slid through this bitch Like he tough and then we hit his top. J bangin', hangin' in the turf somewhere that you Are not. Them last guns we had kinda dirty, So we had to swap. Not to mention, nigga Had a K with like a hundred rounds. Hung him up and put it to the side Like you done for now. And Glock got a Drum and a switch'll have him runnin' 'round. We chalk him up, we told him that J Cold, but he ain't listen to it. Bounce out on they side and flame 'em up, That's how you really do it. And we into It. That chopper keep on knockin', it's a bad Influence. They ain't even know that nigga name Until they found his body