WEST LIDDELL WIT IT ft. Lild3l

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