[Intro]
I'm talkin' way back when, on the Westside roads
Had like 4-5 hitters, only you should know
We got mutual friends, yeah
If I go broke, probably take your end
Homie, you should know
[Chorus]
We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can't find no fit, yeah
I get high all year, yeah, I don't mind all year, yeah
Don't have a mind all year, yeah, I lost it, yeah
I won't cry, it's all good, yeah, I won't find it, I'm good, yeah
I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud
I just copped a whole pound, depressed in my hometown
If you ain't know now, only you should know
On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Wake up and fuck up a check
I know the money'll flip
I am just tryna be honest
I'm tired of modest
I feel like I'm runnin' this shit
Fuck your whole clique
I'm 'bout to cop a new whip
Probably gon' total the shit
I don't give a shit
Y'all are still rolling up clips
It's never home in this bitch
Holding the grip
I been unloading and shit
Who the fuck said they want it?
I been ready as shit
I just re'd-up and deaded your bitch
Got a flight in the a.m., ain't regular, kid
But I'm still up in Port and the West like it's '06
My ganja is potent
Y'all tryna' promote shit
We fly coast-to-coast, bitch
I live on the road, bitch
I'm done with my old bitch
Selena's the focus
[Chorus]
We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can't find no fit, yeah
I get high all year, yeah, I don't mind all year, yeah
Don't have a mind all year, yeah, I lost it, yeah
I won't cry, it's all good, yeah, I won't find it, I'm good, yeah
I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud
I just copped a whole pound, depressed in my hometown
If you ain't know now, only you should know
On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
I'm usually ridin' 'round in a hot box
Checks comin', I need more, I cannot stop
Bitch, I'm dumbing till they put me in the pine box
Bet they see me now every single time that I drop
Bored bitches all sing, that's a girl group
OG Kush-scented, that's the perfume
Showin' famous bitches that they gettin' curved too
Couple models off white like Virgil, right
I don't think they heard Lou right
I'm sicker than bird flu, right
Rappers is my sons, man, I birthed you, right
Dawg I got so many bars
They ain't versed through life, muhfucka
Hugh
[Bridge]
I'm talkin' way back when (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
Where they stay packin' (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
Where they stay trappin' (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
Where they stay laughin' (Nah-nah, nah, nah, nah)
[Chorus]
We just mobbed in here, yeah, I can't find no fit, yeah
I get high all year, yeah, I don't mind all year, yeah
Don't have a mind all year, yeah, I lost it, yeah
I won't cry, it's all good, yeah, I won't find it, I'm good, yeah
I should slow down, we been smokin' dope loud
I just copped a whole pound, depressed in my hometown
If you ain't know now, only you should know
On them Westside roads, where my heart turned cold, yeah
[Outro]
High, high, high
No, no, no
High, high, high
High, high
(High, high)
(High, high)
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