Second time You ain't gotta ask me where I'm from Hey, what up? Hey, what up? I got some bitches I been *** that I won't talk about I put these shoeboxes on his head, I bet they step on him and walk him down I'm from Atlanta, Westside nigga, bitch, don't play around I got them J's at the door, so I keep my cat around These bitches slickin' and oilin', they like to play around She want a car, but how I know these bitches gon' stay around? I know the Glock gon' gun him down, that boy don't play around I know the Glock gon' gun him down, that boy don't play around He got murder stuck on his head, hot, they want him dead, why? Don't waste your money on no vets, we send him headshot If he all came with 550, gotta get that red eye When he got my truck window, Tennessee number, live fire Wayne Byron, Whittier, big mouth If she a bad bitch, we switchin' her These flangs, we get rid of them All these lil' niggas pitiful Young, silenced On the block, ridin' on trenches with a bitch that I woulda Keep that pole on my side, I got chips I woulda Rest in peace, tomorrow long live a Westside nigga All these bitches, they be dick suckin' Ho, keep it movin', you ain't gettin' nothin' Bro, get the pussy, I'ma get the head Yeah, we switchin', bitch, you ever heard of Simon Says? Pleaded probation, but they gave my youngin' time instead Six state, nine feds, all from the meds Switched plates, found him dead, none of mine's playin' 28 aboard cookie and I'm throwin' Xans Played my nigga like he was Tookie, got me whorin' fans And I ain't talkin' bout no app, but yeah, I'm showin' grams If you ever catch me lackin', nigga, do the most Cause if I tell him it's a package, he gon' get you gone Wayne Byrne, Whittier If she a bad bitch, we switchin' her Yeah, these lames, we get rid of them All these lil' niggas is pitiful Young T, Simpson On the block ridin', I'm tritchin' with a bitch that I woulda Keep that pole on my side, I got chips I woulda Rest in peace, tomorrow long live a Westside nigga If she a bad bitch, we switchin' her I got some bitches I been with that I won't talk about And when he call, it's for the minimum I know it looks like I'm gon' get him down, that boy don't play around Bitch, bitch, bitch, when I call, I won't tell him now I put these shoeboxes on his head, that bitch, they step on him and walk him down Shout out Rico, yeah, he's sendin' him Not slow, bitch, as soon as he get him in Wayne Byrne, Whittier If she a bad bitch, we switchin' her Yeah, these lames, we get rid of them All these lil' niggas is pitiful On the block, ridin', I'm tritchin' with a bitch that I woulda Keep that pole on my side, I got chips I woulda Rest in peace, tomorrow long live a Westside nigga