What my niggas ain't sayOh boyCamouflage through that thick cloudEndo smoking full metalMellow, but way ghettoGotta run it through they moms and popsYellin' I heard the king quiverNow I wanna be a killerNow I wanna be a drug dealerThug down, let the blood spillerCan't get it with the hustleSo I take it in a tussleThis west side nigga got muscle and gunsWe buck em for crumbsAnd tuck em and runEverybody big body iced up in high rollerI still knock a hole in a 84 CorollaBlowin' Doja, I get a hoin' for a soldierAnd catch it all on 24, expose it outCasual treat a bitch like I don't need a bitchNigga handcuff a hoe, he the bitchThe Mac Miller stack scrilla like Crack DillaBut never that killerThis gang's for the damn getterWhen we throw in, it's no fearBig money folders, big money foldersBig stack people with hustlers and high rollersBig stack people with hustlers and high rollersBreakin' all borders, lights out and it's overYou niggas can't win against these west coast soldiersMajor heat holders, big money foldersPlayers stack people with hustlers and high rollersBreakin' all borders, lights out and it's overYou niggas can't win against these west coast soldiersJust a day in the life of a player like thatI keeps my mind on my money and puts it down on the mapHey, I was ridin' down the strip with your girl head in my lapShe know to keep it below when she be loungin' a stackI sugarcoated but nobody, I don't drink or smokePlus what I spit, you can go, boyI'm through sellin' dope, I spent six months mindin' my ownThe other six months leavin' y'alls aloneLil' punk, I'm grown, E-S-O till I'm goneSix-five feel to the boneOh, you ain't know about delinquents?Better listen to her songShe take her dives authenticAnd if we said it, then we meant itWe ain't hidin', we always ridin' through the townCollectin' spinach, we known for rippin' showsAnd always bumpin' hoesSo when you see your girl with me, be likeThere she blowsThe girl's so bad, I know it makes you madWhen she bounced out with V-Stack in thereI'm in that veinRanger heat holders, big money foldersPlayin' stack people with huffers and high rollersBreakin' all folders, lights out and it's overYou niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiersRanger heat holders, big money foldersPlayin' stack people with huffers and high rollersBreakin' all folders, lights out and it's overYou niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiersMaster of a profession, first take, my second guessingMark over your head, like a question, confessionGet your dealt with, session, the mouth *I'm in that veinInterceptionFallin' off into the zonePlayin' with perfectionStep in my section, you get hitHearted, the direction, no protectionAffections, we check chanceSleep a hole, neck dancePut you in a deeper holeSituation, no endYou're subject to verbal abuse and physical trauma when we lock upTalk * in front of that bitch, you and that hoe gettin' socked upBrass knuckles and bumper jacks be waitin' where you slumber atI know you don't want none of thatThat's that G *, nothin' stops my bubblin' and hustlin' dirtBeen at this since my early teens, now I'm up in my thirtiesWho you with?You think put behind under them pimp-ass linesJust drink a forty and check me out, play as ballin' for minesMajor heat holders, big money foldersPlayin' stack paper with hustlers and high rollersBreakin' off boulders, lights out and it's overYou niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiersMajor heat holders, big money foldersPlayin' stack paper with hustlers and high rollersBreakin' off boulders, lights out and it's overYou niggas can't win against these West Coast soldiersYeah yeah, yeah, they know how to make moneyApparently you can't fight that, you got died That black moneyNo more just another year of big moneyYeah, yeah, yeah, now you200 tell me do you swearBy killing your mama and taking * out of herBy killing your mama and taking * out of herSo go home, searchThank you.
