James West Flow Lyrics

That Phenominallewis go hard the whole tape

Ew!

What Up P. Lew

It's Bucci (It's Bucci)

Aye

Aye

Can I talk my shit

Ayyeee

Look

I jumped off the porch and hopped the fence

You boys ain't ballin' get off the court and ride the bench

Punchlines hittin' hard without a hook I'll make ya flinch

Know I got that ch-ch-chopper you and ya potna can get minced

I ain't worried bout a nigga

Barely focused on a bitch

I'm just focused on my figures

While you worry bout ya rent

Man these niggaz act like fees throw some d's on that bitch

Talkin some of these jackets

Some of these hollow tips

Iron man full equipped

Real nigga how I'm built

Game over feel like Flip

But I won feel like Tip

Make a pussy shut they lips

Fuck around and hold they breath

Man I keep that thang on me bitch I feel like James West

Aye for real this shit feel like some old wild wild west shit

Know I'm sayin

Comin' off the hip with all kind of shit

What's that behind my belt

Aye

Its Bucci

Look

Fuck it (Fuck It)

Nigga cross me he lucky (He lucky)

Big hammer in the pants can't touch it (Can't touch it)

Keep one in the head just bust it (Boom Boom Boom)

None of you niggaz is safe

I'm the first nigga put you in yo place

I wish a nigga would then blow out my cake

If a nigga think he should we pumpin' the bass

Man fuck out of my face

Ain't talkin money then fuck what you say

Fuck where you from and fuck where you stay

Fuck what you done do it today

You niggas just cap anyway

Playin games tryna set up a play

Block ya shot now I'm runnin' the break

Stop and pop ima hit em wit tre

I'm just shootin' like I'm Curry or Klay

But I got rockets ima take em to space

Cant switch like Harden, James

Stayed down like Dolla, Dame

Niggas ain't really bout a thing

Bada boom bada bang

Dope boy fresh not a stain

Not a bird bitch not a plane

Im just high mean out ya range

That's it

Bucci

It's Bucci