Westcoast Flow Lyrics

Yeah we serving packs bitch in and out the mail

I remember doing anything to get a sell

Free all my niggas that's sitting in the jail

How's that your brother you ain't put shit on his bail

Damn

I go hard I go ham

Bam

Big Chop make a nigga dance

Fuck opps

I can't even trust my mans

I ain't a shooter but niggas don't wanna throw no hands

So a nigga stay prepared yea with a plan

Hit a lick skate off while I'm Rocking dirty vans

Cautious

Boss shit

I just want the bands

Rock shit

Leave em nauseous

Yeah I can

Started

Go retarted

I do my dance

Aye let me do my dance

Tell him fall back naw he don't stand a chance

Tell him catch the drip yeah bitch I'm wearing ranch

Only roll woods bitch I'm smoking on a branch

Get it wet before I stick it in I like it damp

Sock em in stomach now he got cramp

Hit him in head oh now he got stamp

Nigga you a pion imma fucking champ

Everyday I'm lit like a fucking lamp

Bitch I'm outside like I Mother fucking camped

Tryna be me but you just fucking can't