[Chorus: Na'kel Smith]
Down Western Ave, do my dash (Skrrt)
[?] car too fast (Yeah)
Swerved in your lane, your bad (Uh huh)
All my bitches too bad (Woo)
Wise nigga like my dad (Yeah)
[?] nigga like my dad (Real talk)
All I know is get bags (Yeah)
Makin' more than your dad (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Na'kel Smith]
I don't even pop tabs no more, I'm too past that
Niggas love to trip until bro hit him with the pass back
If lil bro hit you on the [?], then you ain't get no cash back
Fresh up off a [?], how could I be any less than that
Free bro out the bean, but I'm glad we got my cousin back
RIP AJ, it's fucked up that he had to go through that
Gotta tap back in with family, I'm a bum for that
Too worried where the money at, I'm too smooth to run at that
Too cool with fans to say [?]
Like Flatbed, I freestyle, then I go 'hеad, then run it back
[Chorus: Na'kel Smith]
Down Western Avе, do my dash
[?] car too fast
Swerved in your lane, your bad
All my bitches too bad
Wise nigga like my dad
[?] nigga like my dad
All I know is get bags
Makin' more than your dad
[Post-Chorus]
Vivica, ain't you been listening baby?
Just try, for me
Okay, uh
Come on
Baby, I wanna-
[Verse 2: Sideshow]
I'm round you way more than you is, like who is you nigga?
I told Akh it's time to build, so he brought the tool with him
Rae snitched for less time, took the whole crew with him
My lil brother heart cold, said he want him deceased
I done did too much dirt to be out here preachin'
Had to leave him right there, he was out here reachin'
Lay him down, it's an offensive foul, fuck your defense
Shot him close range, man flew from locker room to the bleachers
And I can't fuck no gringo señoritas
I only love Keishas, Vivicas and them Ninas
I got my home girl to set him up, he think with his penis
I ain't the smartest young nigga, but in these streets I'm a genius
To his shorty, he be actin' hard, that shit is a pretense
Why these men love to pretend
Had to greet him with my left, my right is my brief hand
Nigga
[Outro: Dusty Loc]
That's how we feel
We die, it's like we 'gon kill one of them
Mhm, mhm
One of them die, 'cause they down for it
They'll get took out
And then guess what happens after one of them die
They come back
Right
And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more
Until everybody just drop it
But ain't nobody 'gon drop it
Down Western Ave, do my dash (Skrrt)
[?] car too fast (Yeah)
Swerved in your lane, your bad (Uh huh)
All my bitches too bad (Woo)
Wise nigga like my dad (Yeah)
[?] nigga like my dad (Real talk)
All I know is get bags (Yeah)
Makin' more than your dad (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Na'kel Smith]
I don't even pop tabs no more, I'm too past that
Niggas love to trip until bro hit him with the pass back
If lil bro hit you on the [?], then you ain't get no cash back
Fresh up off a [?], how could I be any less than that
Free bro out the bean, but I'm glad we got my cousin back
RIP AJ, it's fucked up that he had to go through that
Gotta tap back in with family, I'm a bum for that
Too worried where the money at, I'm too smooth to run at that
Too cool with fans to say [?]
Like Flatbed, I freestyle, then I go 'hеad, then run it back
[Chorus: Na'kel Smith]
Down Western Avе, do my dash
[?] car too fast
Swerved in your lane, your bad
All my bitches too bad
Wise nigga like my dad
[?] nigga like my dad
All I know is get bags
Makin' more than your dad
[Post-Chorus]
Vivica, ain't you been listening baby?
Just try, for me
Okay, uh
Come on
Baby, I wanna-
[Verse 2: Sideshow]
I'm round you way more than you is, like who is you nigga?
I told Akh it's time to build, so he brought the tool with him
Rae snitched for less time, took the whole crew with him
My lil brother heart cold, said he want him deceased
I done did too much dirt to be out here preachin'
Had to leave him right there, he was out here reachin'
Lay him down, it's an offensive foul, fuck your defense
Shot him close range, man flew from locker room to the bleachers
And I can't fuck no gringo señoritas
I only love Keishas, Vivicas and them Ninas
I got my home girl to set him up, he think with his penis
I ain't the smartest young nigga, but in these streets I'm a genius
To his shorty, he be actin' hard, that shit is a pretense
Why these men love to pretend
Had to greet him with my left, my right is my brief hand
Nigga
[Outro: Dusty Loc]
That's how we feel
We die, it's like we 'gon kill one of them
Mhm, mhm
One of them die, 'cause they down for it
They'll get took out
And then guess what happens after one of them die
They come back
Right
And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more
Until everybody just drop it
But ain't nobody 'gon drop it
( Sideshow )
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