Ye West Lyrics

I'm finna rant

They say I'm tripping

Like I'm Ye West

Hopping out a cullianan

With a bullet proof vest

I'm the best rapper in my city

No need to forget

Got a big chopper

Finna lay you to rest

Got a beach house in Miami

I got no stress

Spend a house on my wrist

Just to flex

Shawty on my lap

Tryna rub my chest

Cocaine white like teeth

Yeah just like some crest

Holy Jesus thank god that I'm blessed

Devil calling me I pick up like that

You mad yo homie dead

Go get yo lick back

I been in the streets

Tryna get the trap back

Ion want lil shawty no more

She got a flat back

Ion want yo girl no more

Where my strap at

If you wanna beef with me

I'll push yo wig back

Lil boy why you tripping over 10 racks

Got a few pounds

In my Gucci backpack

I spent a night at her house

Ian been back

I need to charge my phone

Before I go back

She went to sleep in a Honda

Woke up in a scat pack

I'm finna rant

They say I'm tripping

Like I'm Ye West

Hopping out a cullianan

With a bullet proof vest

I'm the best rapper in my city

No need to forget

Got a big chopper

Finna lay you to rest

Got a beach house in Miami

I got no stress

Spend a house on my wrist

Just to flex

Shawty on my lap

Tryna rub my chest

Cocaine white like teeth

Yeah just like some crest

Ion want shawty

She built like Snorlax

I just got arrested

I ain't pay no tax

She need a baby sitter

And she need some Similac

You know I ain't never ever had to rap

After this verse I'm going back to da trap

She got high off mollys took a nap

They say I'm tripping tripping tripping like I'm Ye West

Stay boomin' boomin'

Making money in the Projects