WEST LIDDELL WIT IT ft. Lild3l Lyrics

Unfortunately, I've been shittin' on these niggas, ain't talkin' bout the pellets

I'm not a ghost, whisperer' but the pape got me talkin' to Deadman

You wouldn't even know I was fuckin' with her, we like Oprah and Stedman

Me and Staxxx been cuttin' up the cut, we on West Liddell with it

Sold the fiend a lil' gram and told him my scale twitchin

I'm mad as hell, I put the Glock in my pants and then I fell with it

I put it in the whip, then got pulled over and went to jail with it

I hit the fiend, his ass said he wanted two bows and then I'm mailin' it

The pack loud, it be screamin' all through the mmmh, I know you smellin' it

Exotic smoke, just movin' all through the air, I love inhalin' it

Staxxx said that, nigga

The streets was somethin' serious, I walked outside and then I fell in it

The blunt was filled with all black bookie, I put some kale in it

Choppa bust a nigga in his brain, he can't even think

The doc said my kidney's goin' bad, but I kept drankin' the drank

Lil del on West Liddell, nigga

They might as well call me Bob Ross, I leave the streets with pain

We just put the opps in the box, watch if his teammates flank

Hummer H2 with big wheels, comin' like a army tank

I need the military, mmm, alright

Them military bullets up in the chop, fuck what the army think

This gas bomb just dropped up in the club, and made the party stank

I fucked around and drank a whole pint of red, like what would Carti think

I beat the bitch and I look back and ask her, are you retarded, stink

My son gon' know his dad a fuckin' king, bitch, I'm lil Joey James

My bitch hand, been in the pot all day, she have them snowy rings

Damn, I look at her like shit impeccable

I know my lips black, but I tell my bitch my shit is peckable

I customized the pussy at first, this shit was tight, but now it's stretchable

He walked and talked in June, but in July, the bitch a vegetable

Oh my God, oh my God

Unfortunately, I been shittin' on these niggas, ain't talkin' bout the pellets

I'm not a ghost, whisperer' but the pape, got me talkin' to Deadman

You wouldn't even know I was fuckin' with her, we like Oprah and Stedman

Me and Staxxx been cuttin' up the cut, we on West Liddell with it

I'm mad as hell, I put the Glock in my pants and then I fell with it

I put it in the whip, then got pulled over and went to jail with it

I hit the fiend, his ass said he wanted two bows and then I'm mailin' it

The pack loud, it be screamin' all through the mmmh, I know you smellin' it

Exotic smoke, just movin' all through the air, I love it, hailin' it

Staxx said that, nigga

Lil del on West Liddell, nigga