West Coast Shit ft. Kolbeef & Showtime Lyrics

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West coast shit

West coast shit

West coast onna top... can't tell me different

Home of the champs, the guap and the finer bitches

Purp and yellow in my blood, born to be profilic

Bleed blue, it's seeping through all designer stiches

I got my money on my mind cuz I'm chasing it

This rona got it raining out the sky so i'm raking it

I cant do no handouts I ain't shaking it

The city on my back just hold on and i ain't breaking shit

Ain't no getting by, we be getting paypa

All these niggas getting cut I ain't talking taypah

Call me beef... yeah I eat... I'm a known scraypah

Roll a grabba sit back watch this smoke vapor

Got the city on my back, LA home of the champs, west coast shit

This gon be yo favorite track, sit back and relax, stay smoking

Roll the weed, roll the runtz in my blunt, put my mind in slow motion

Catch me in traffic wit a bad bitch, west coast shit

West coast home of the best coast

And you know we keep the best smoke

Coming at you from the city to the ocean

When you see me UCLA like I'm Rosen

Married to the hustle, road to the riches

Betting on my vision, always been my mission

Nigga like me never trippen on no bitches

Big time moves greatness always need a witness

Hey

All my life, I been getting it how I had to

Run it up, my nigga, I'm glad too

And my mama gotta get a burkin' bag too

I'll kill this beat and anything If have to

Never been a killer please don't push me

Been in the game never been a rookie

Called her pussy Mike Tyson cause it hooked me

If she throw it at me steal ya bitch like I'm Mookie

Got the city on my back, LA home of the champs, west coast shit

This gon be yo favorite track, sit back and relax, stay smoking

Roll the weed, roll the runtz in my blunt, put my mind in slow motion

Catch me in traffic wit a bad bitch, west coast shit

Aye

I'm 310 chilling right next to the beach

Been tryna take it to levels they can't reach

Ima westside baby, witta dream to get cream

Vivid premonitions, typa shit you won't believe

From the city where the Lakers at

Y-y-you can getcha chain snatched, thanks for that

If I said it I won't take it back, lose a little Ima make it back

This the game ain't no shame in that

Now look

I been about my money from the get go

Got the city on my back like it's velcro

Throw my hoodie on, I'm feeling like Carmelo

The world up in my hands and I promise I won't let go

Slide around Torrance with a bad bitch

K-Knock it out the park like a bad pitch

Always smoking on some shit that ain't average

I'm Clayton Crenshaw, LA been home Of the champions

Got the city on my back, LA home of the champs, west coast shit

This gon be yo favorite track, sit back and relax, stay smokin'

Roll the weed, roll the runtz in my blunt, put my mind in slow motion

Catch me in traffic wit a bad bitch, west coast shit