Westside ft. Matty Wood$ Lyrics

Aye, aye, aye

You know I kill shit

Running up a check I make some bands and now I'm real rich

Spend it on some fans that ain't deserve me, I'ma real bitch

Smashin' up the game, it's in pieces so I rebuild it

That's why I killed it

You know I kill shit

Front some money forward just to build up my appearance

Peers would tell me you ain't gon' make it, it's not a mirror shit

Lookin down on protégés I realize all my lyrics hit

Right off your hippie lip

Aye, I been geeked off the Hennessey

Haven't slept, my anatomy, breakin down

It's been bad for me

I can't help it it's happening

I would happily help myself for some smoke off the reefer

I'm talking real shit, the keef in the blunt, the realest the chief of the drugs, aye

Pulled out my body it's sloppy

Mindset been rocky

Asap said don't get too cocky

I'm building riches like roddy

The Mrs. ain't with my hobbies, I'm laughing

Hop in the mazzi, I'm cappin

Tell all your mommies I'm rappin

Aye, aye, aye

You know I kill shit

Running up a check I make some bands and now I'm real rich

Spend it on some fans that ain't deserve me, I'ma real bitch

Smashin' up the game, it's in pieces so I rebuild it

That's why I killed it

You know I kill shit

Front some money forward just to build up my appearance

Peers would tell me you ain't gon' make it, it's not a mirror shit

Lookin down on proteges I realize all my lyrics hit

Right off your hippie lip

Yeah, yuh, aye

Never tell a lie, (never tell a lie)

Writing on the bible (yeah)

Chopper get the kick (chopper the the kick)

Both hands on the rifle (yeah)

Jordan with the shot (Jordan with the shot)

Took it with my eyes closed (yeah)

Racks in the bank (racks in the bank)

Stack it like the Eiffel

Skate in the bitch it's not regular, link with the plug on the regular, yeah

Too high what you say it ain't register, 20k lay it on the register

Just turn a trap to a penthouse, they tryna see how I do that,

Chopper on me you get blew back, money your boys smell like new rags

Geekin I'm goin a lil too fast (yeah)

Aye, but whats in it for me, sigh of relief, money come in, make sense in a week

I'm tryna be civil the racks they just triple, my room full of skittles

I'm high as can be (yeah) who be higher than me? (yeah)

Never tell a lie (never tell a lie) (yeah)

Never tell a lie (never tell a lie)

Writing on the bible (yeah)

Chopper get the kick (chopper get the kick)

Both hands on the rife (yeah)

Flexing with the guap (flexing with the guap)

Bitch I hold the title

Matty pass it over (yeah)

Run it Casanova (yeah)

Paid up like a chauffeur, but

I don't even know her, no

Gotta get to my work, hoe

Hope I say the right words, though

All my life I been thorough

Overthought I wanna call the shots for all my homies copping that dough, wait

Impatient bitch I got road rage, famous shit is gettin overrated

Look for better days and it's always

Lookin like it's gon blow away (wait)(wait)(wait)(wait)

You know I kill shit

Running up a check I make some bands and now I'm real rich

Spend it on some fans that ain't deserve me, I'ma real bitch

Smashin' up the game, it's in pieces so I rebuild it

That's why I killed it

You know I kill shit

Front some money forward just to build up my appearance

Peers would tell me you ain't gon' make it, it's not a mirror shit

Lookin down on proteges I realize all my lyrics hit

Right off your hippie lip

(Yeah yeah, yeah)

(Chopper get the kick)

(Yeah)