What my niggas ain't say
Oh boy
Camouflage through that thick cloud
Endo smoking full metal
Mellow, but way ghetto
Gotta run it through they moms and pops
Yellin' I heard the king quiver
Now I wanna be a killer
Now I wanna be a drug dealer
Thug down, let the blood spiller
Can't get it with the hustle
So I take it in a tussle
This west side nigga got muscle and guns
We buck em for crumbs
And tuck em and run
Everybody big body iced up in high roller
I still knock a hole in a 84 Corolla
Blowin' Doja, I get a hoin' for a soldier
And catch it all on 24, expose it out
Casual treat a bitch like I don't need a bitch
Nigga handcuff a hoe, he the bitch
The Mac Miller stack scrilla like Crack Dilla
But never that killer
This gang's for the damn getter
When we throw in, it's no fear
Big money folders, big money folders
Big stack people with hustlers and high rollers
Big stack people with hustlers and high rollers

Breakin' all borders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these west coast soldiers
Major heat holders, big money folders
Players stack people with hustlers and high rollers
Breakin' all borders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these west coast soldiers
Just a day in the life of a player like that
I keeps my mind on my money and puts it down on the map
Hey, I was ridin' down the strip with your girl head in my lap
She know to keep it below when she be loungin' a stack
I sugarcoated but nobody, I don't drink or smoke
Plus what I spit, you can go, boy
I'm through sellin' dope, I spent six months mindin' my own
The other six months leavin' y'alls alone
Lil' punk, I'm grown, E-S-O till I'm gone
Six-five feel to the bone
Oh, you ain't know about delinquents?
Better listen to her song
She take her dives authentic
And if we said it, then we meant it
We ain't hidin', we always ridin' through the town
Collectin' spinach, we known for rippin' shows
And always bumpin' hoes
So when you see your girl with me, be like
There she blows
The girl's so bad, I know it makes you mad
When she bounced out with V-Stack in there
I'm in that vein
Ranger heat holders, big money folders
Playin' stack people with huffers and high rollers
Breakin' all folders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiers
Ranger heat holders, big money folders
Playin' stack people with huffers and high rollers
Breakin' all folders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiers
Master of a profession, first take, my second guessing
Mark over your head, like a question, confession
Get your dealt with, session, the mouth *
I'm in that vein
Interception
Fallin' off into the zone
Playin' with perfection
Step in my section, you get hit
Hearted, the direction, no protection
Affections, we check chance
Sleep a hole, neck dance
Put you in a deeper hole
Situation, no end
You're subject to verbal abuse and physical trauma when we lock up
Talk * in front of that bitch, you and that hoe gettin' socked up
Brass knuckles and bumper jacks be waitin' where you slumber at
I know you don't want none of that
That's that G *, nothin' stops my bubblin' and hustlin' dirt
Been at this since my early teens, now I'm up in my thirties
Who you with?
You think put behind under them pimp-ass lines
Just drink a forty and check me out, play as ballin' for mines
Major heat holders, big money folders
Playin' stack paper with hustlers and high rollers
Breakin' off boulders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiers
Major heat holders, big money folders
Playin' stack paper with hustlers and high rollers
Breakin' off boulders, lights out and it's over
You niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiers
Yeah yeah, yeah, they know how to make money
Apparently you can't fight that, you got died That black money
No more just another year of big money
Yeah, yeah, yeah, now you200 tell me do you swear
By killing your mama and taking * out of her
By killing your mama and taking * out of her
So go home, search
Thank you.