You've Only Just Arrived... ft. k.k. Lyrics

Party On Westwood but this a bit different

Look for a killer I fit the description

You try making trouble your ass will go missing

It's Scally and OFC we onna mission

You aren't allowed in if you don't fit the vibe

You talking your shit you'll get put in the sky

You fucking with us we can take it outside

Beat you to a pulp and we'll leave you to die

All these hating ass hoes tryna hit up my line

They gonna be sad but they gonna be fine

Endless list of these unlimited rhymes

This shit just the start so let's put em in line

Pick em apart let's go one at a time

I know you'll be shocked by the shit that you find

It's Westwood Lane Gang we in here taking lives

Welcome to the party you've finally arrived

Yeah yeah

Step in the crib and I'm fitted the best

Walking around with this chippity chop

Catch me a n*gga I put him to rest

Dots in his face like a nerdy ass teen

Asking lil bro Whyd he put on a vest

Run I run gotta dick on this beam pussy ass n*gga don't aim for the chest

Pussy ass boy I'm runnin this glock

Bitch ass n*gga we know that you not

But seriously bro this shit ain't a game

Pussy ass boy we know that you lame

Not one of us

Spinnin my shit n*gga big like a bus

Yeah me and my crush

Put a bag on that boy cause that lil n*gga sucks

Yeah yeah

Gettin this Gaup I don't care what you say

Pussy ass boy he stay in last

Get up on grid I got more on my tray

Yeah

I got more on my plate

Uh yeah

Gotta look on my face

Yuh

Party On Westwood but this a bit different

Look for a killer I fit the description

You try making trouble your ass will go missing

It's Scally and OFC we onna mission

You aren't allowed in if you don't fit the vibe

Pool 40 per cart if you tryna get high

You fucking with us we can take it outside

Beat you to a pulp and we'll leave you to die

Wait right there let me pick it up

Hope you ain't forget

I don't give a fuck

Talking all big shit

But I called your bluff

Like a pickup game

Better run it up

Tryna fuck with me bitch you a slut

Your Mind Games are just not enough

You simply do not have the stuff

Shut up lil hoe you talk too much

Said you talk too much so we callin you Hansford

Always got the answers when nobody asked her

But I got some things that I wouldn't mind answered

Like why you fucking round with a grown ass man you're

Only a kid and this dude is like 40

Watching cartoons while he's serving in court

Yeah I guess you can say I'm a manic of sorts

But I don't really give a fuck so it's mission abort

You fuckin with Westwood and you gunna get baked

I wanna be the motherfucker all you lil bitches hate

We eating good over here like Dad just made us a steak

Guess that's what you get when you party on Westwood lane

Party On Westwood but this a bit different

Look for a killer I fit the description

You try making trouble your ass will go missing

It's Scally and OFC we onna mission

You aren't allowed in if you don't fit the vibe

You talking your shit you'll get put in the sky

You fucking with us we can take it outside

Beat you to a pulp and we'll leave you to die

All these hating ass hoes tryna hit up my line

They gonna be sad but they gonna be fine

Endless list of these unlimited rhymes

This shit just the start so let's put em in line

Pick em apart let's go one at a time

I know you'll be shocked by the shit that you find

It's Westwood Lane Gang we in here taking lives

Welcome to the party you've finally arrived